i want my tea

squashed between the upper and nether millstones
only they're more like clamps that stretch as well as squash
i'm getting bruises.
why does it all have to hang on you and pile on me
my tea's finally boiling now fucking steaming all over the fucking place
and you're too deaf to know what your inaction is doing
too stubborn to understand
just ridiculous this is
being smashed around feels like my smile's sinking yet i'm still grinning feels like i'm sinking into the ground
cold and definitely unhealthy and definitely not fit and struggling to keep up and getting lost and getting dazed and my body's heavy and you keep asking me and you keep relying on me and we all rush to throw the blame on someone else's shoulders and we all JUST FUCKING SCREAM.
i can't even be alone i can't even think in peace.
it's all getting far too much i'm still happy
this kettle's got to settle.