I am jealous of buttons
It angers me how they are always perfectly placed in one spot
Like they know where their meant to be
They don't have to spend time frightened of where they'll end up
Because they are just put in a special spot
A spot that's just for them
When here I am wondering where I'll end up
Not knowing if I'll be loved or hated
Not knowing if I'll be where I'm supposed to be
Not knowing if I'll be happy there