No one loves— No one loves— So why should I? "I'm a late bloomer, I'll fall for someone eventually," I try to convince myself. Luckily, I'm good at lying.
My paranoia isn't needed— I guess I will just leave and— See this f*cked up world as I leave. No one needs me— I'm useless and not free— So why would anyone want to buy me? Like a doll but I'm not pretty— Like a person but I'm not breathing— And like a puppet but I can't obey. You don't need me— You would be better off— Leave me alone here.
***** my thumb— What do I care? Fck this sht, I'm about to get paid. Love it, Hate it, None of my business! I'll hold the roses, Even though I'm bleeding. Nothing matters, I shouldn't be breathing.
I am a flower, Feminine, Look at me, so pretty! I'm only not a "he" Because My body defies expectations For a boy. I can't simply be— That's not for people like me.