Everyone thinks I am high
and so I am

Everyone thinks I’m gay
And I’m not

Everyone thinks I’m soft
But I’m hard

Everything is old
And so too
I am

Everyone thinks they know best
And I don’t believe they do
except for that one guy
Where I think
I know
That he is wrong
And I
Am right

Everyone thinks that the end is near
And I know that it’s all about fear

I do wish I had control of my emotions
And didn’t have to hear my  neighbors commotions

But I do

Everyone thinks that I am angry
And I am angry

I am very angry

I am so angry that my head will explode
If I don’t stick it out the window and scream

And if the window should collapse upon my neck
And shut neatly on the windowsill…

…where often there are plants that are watered
I would like to think
That I may be watered too…

And if my shouts and screams should be heard
I would like to think
My lack of faith
Should not be replaced
By fear

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And let the window
collapse upon my neck
And shut neatly on the windowsill

Where often enough
There are plants that are watered