To you I am nothing
And if I were anything at all
It would be your infinitely free trial
Of therapy, and a kind heart.
If I vanished you might mourn
For a day or maybe two
Solely for the subconscious comfort
You would no longer be receiving.
Explain to me simply
Why your praises I sing
And my praises are stomped out
Unheard of and foreign.
I was unaware of my cardboard status
A ***** tissue and a thumbtack
You know of my health and my anxious spurts
But do you know how much power you hold?
I wanted you to be a mound
Or maybe even a small hill
Unfortunately you've enveloped the whole planet
The one gravity bounds me to.
Legality bounds you to responsibility
Yet all I've been hearing are your toddler tantrums
The babysitting I will never get payed for
And your mother abandoned me with.
I hate that to you, I am peripheral
And to me, you are the nose apon my face
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
To you I am nothing
And if I were anything at all
It would be your infinitely free trial
Of therapy, and a kind heart.
If I vanished you might mourn
For a day or maybe two
Solely for the subconscious comfort
You would no longer be receiving.
Explain to me simply
Why your praises I sing
And my praises are stomped out
Unheard of and foreign.
I was unaware of my cardboard status
A ***** tissue and a thumbtack
You know of my health and my anxious spurts
But do you know how much power you hold?
I wanted you to be a mound
Or maybe even a small hill
Unfortunately you've enveloped the whole planet
The one gravity bounds me to.
Legality bounds you to responsibility
Yet all I've been hearing are your toddler tantrums
The babysitting I will never get payed for
And your mother abandoned me with.
I hate that to you, I am peripheral
And to me, you are the nose apon my face
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