I'm five years old.
It's my first day of school.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm seven years old.
New school, new people.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eleven years old.
My voice is killed by Mrs. Dysphoria.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm fourteen years old.
I'm drunk, cutting, and hearing things.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eighteen years old.
They're burying me.
Everyone loves me. They're my best friend,
but it's funny, because
Mommy knew best.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I'm five years old.
It's my first day of school.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm seven years old.
New school, new people.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eleven years old.
My voice is killed by Mrs. Dysphoria.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm fourteen years old.
I'm drunk, cutting, and hearing things.
Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eighteen years old.
They're burying me.
Everyone loves me. They're my best friend,
but it's funny, because
Mommy knew best.
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