The world keeps spinning
And it's giving me this feeling
That I've felt before.
Managing it is such a chore
But it keeps coming back.
It makes me feel like I lack
What others are born with,
And I am merely 1/5
Of what others are.
I just want to run somewhere far
From this so-called community
Where I'm chained by names like "fatty".
Sometimes I want to curl my finger
And pull the trigger
And let it go
Into the wind and blow
Away like dust
And then it would be gone, this lust
To escape this mess of a world.