Drooping Saliva

With bones of glass and the strength my grip has and anger unasked feelings masked here I am at last pieces held together by a shell needed to be shed fed up of all the bullshit.
Interesting fact I lack the brackets needed to hold me up, so myself as the shelf felt the melt dealt of else other than with a belt I am sagging pants on the body most youth happily wear.
You can find me blindly unaware burning a stare into the distance , heaven forbid you get in the way for your good intentions are worthless to me and your presence is unneeded whether or not your here for me.
I'll smile at the thought not there that I think I hear and laugh as if it all makes sense, rocking back and forth a bobblehead with a broken neck aching to collapse but Im glued by my shoes in this ruse of a trap .