Is it my breath?
Do I stink?
Did you realize
I’m awful and lame?
Did you notice
I can’t focus?
Or that I bite my nails
And I sing like a locust?
For whatever the reason,
I’m not your season.
The box you’ve made for me
I will not squeeze in.
So let me be me,
Weird and free.
Mindless chatter,
Is all you’ll be.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
Is it my breath?
Do I stink?
Did you realize
I’m awful and lame?
Did you notice
I can’t focus?
Or that I bite my nails
And I sing like a locust?
For whatever the reason,
I’m not your season.
The box you’ve made for me
I will not squeeze in.
So let me be me,
Weird and free.
Mindless chatter,
Is all you’ll be.