A Petty Confession

Lately I'm feeling a bit tired,
tired of judging and assuming,
and getting lost in the thought
of pretending to understand
as if I know the in's and out's
or even the here and there,
and like how I know everything
they'll say before they even do.
I'm tired of the hate building
inside of me like a little bomb
just begging for a reason
to explode and bring an end.
I'm sick of your hostilities,
your cowardice, and your lies,
and your arrogance that steals
every shred of decency you had.
I no longer care if I'm right
or if I'm wrong, not anymore.
Call me apathetic, call me lazy,
because at least in the end
I won't be the one who's fucked.