I don't want to stay here any longer.
The little battle in my head is finished:
One side has won.
And I've decided.

I'm standing up,
I'm handing this to you,
I'm finding my stuff,
And I'm getting the hell out of here.

I'll play the fun guy for a while,
I'll smile, I'll play the games
But there's a limit
To what I will sit and watch
To what I will sit and be subjected to
Guess what?
You passed that limit long ago.

I already know what you'll say later.
You'll look at me with your soft eyes
and ask if I was uncomfortable.
      (You might even say you're sorry.)
That's what you always do.
You always worry about things later
      never at the moment
One of these days, you'll do something
that you'll regret horribly.
And no amount of apoligies
will repair the damage,
Once you've already passed that point.

Don't give me that look.
I'm putting on my damn shoes.
I'm finding my damn jacket.

I'm not going to sit here and be a voyeur,
I'm not going to be a sexual leech,
      like the guy sitting next to me
      watching with eager eyes
I don't care how hedonistic you are.
As soon as it intrudes on my boundaries,
I'm gone.

"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"Because I want to."

And I need no better reason that that.