zerofucksgiven
plus a thousand
one for every time i've felt underestimated
i've waited my turn but my eyes are still weighted
with the dread that you're sedated
by preconceived notions
that never notice new
but zerofucksgiven
as long as you don't *******
me into thinking i'm something
if you could hold your words in your hands they would be a different color than your skin
searching for truth here
in the phone booth here
i'm stuck, i know numbers aren't attached to people
but it seems you have different ideas
mixed messages like the left lane green traffic light
40 miles per hour yield to other cars' power
i know it shouldn't matter but i'm lonelier than ever
on the outside looking in
i can't eat despite my efforts
i'm trying to learn why
your actions and words don't have identical chroma
i have a diploma
in staying small on the sidelines
when
will i get to stand next to you
because zerofucksgiven
is only what i say
so you'll look at my lips
instead of my water-laced eyes