Do not tell me I'm wrong for focusing on myself
I am the most important thing in my life
Without me I'd never get anything done
I'd sit in the corner and cry
like I had nothing better to do
So don't tell me to stop crying.
My tears can water even through the salt
the eye of my storm can soak an entire city of cotton
without my tears, I'd never see a rain cloud
I think that if the rain were salty
it wouldn't be so bad
we could hold our bowls outside for a moment
and never have to deal with the awkward
"hey, pass the salt please"
so don't tell me to stop crying
because my tears can salt the bones
of any animal that has ever had the misfortune
of not receiving proper information
on how to cross a road
salt is so pure
yet it stains the cheeks of the unwell
and the pure
and the dirty
so don't you ever tell me
that I shouldn't be self centered
because at least I received proper information
on crossing a road
and I don't look for a light
in this tunnel.
I strike the match.