The power held.

Its a bit strange,
the things I think on a daily basis,
the things I don't actually say outloud,
like how I believe words are powerful,
there are just a way some people say things,
that make me stop and think,
or just make me stare,
and I like it,
it is kind of funny how we never say everything we want to,
like today,
I just wanted to tell the bitch to go away,
I wanted to make a smart ass remark at how she was trying to play fight,
but I didn't,
I smiled and played along,
and eventually just ignored her,
and all of this made me realize,
i'm fucking sick of this place,
I want to be in Seattle right now,
at my friends art show,
and I just want to walk,
to get out of the house and do something,
but i'm not allowed to alone,
and I don't know of anyone that will go with me...
I'm feeling extremely restless.