Sometimes.

Sometimes I think that I have superpowers
and at night I lay in bed for several hours.
I don't know how I feel
or even if it matters.
I just want to world to care.
Sometimes.
I go to the bar and get drunk.
And I end up leaving there in a funk.
I just go home and think about things
differently.
Or I go to your home and forget
where I am when I wake up.
Sometimes.
I hate people and the way they stupid-act.
I want manners and intelligence and tact.
And I think that if he could hear my voice
inside my head he would come back.
Sometimes.