it really fuqing ***** when people dismiss you.
there are two things that salt my spit
being underestimated
and being taken for granted
i know i'm not what you're demanding
but here's a fun fact
i'm me.
it's seeming like that's not enough these days.
i'm about one-point-seven anxiety attacks away
from packing my things and searching for a spot i belong;
i'm ninety-nine percent sure it's not here anymore.
don't bother saying you'll miss me
even if i screamed you wouldn't listen to me