Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off of writing poetry and fiction
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I've fallen on the concrete and
Blacked out, seeing blurred visions
Of a night sky I'll never see
Because I'm too wrapped up
In my blankets and worries
To care about how beautiful
The stars are in their flawless
Choreography
I think, sometimes
Not all the time, though
Sometimes, I wonder
I wonder why you make me into
Some image of naivete
I wonder why you act
Like I'm some lost puppy
Who is aching for a bone
I'm just looking for a home
Because my bones are shattered,
Battered down by the insults
And results of you judging me
I'm so, so weak
Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off of writing poetry
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I know who I am
I know
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off of writing poetry and fiction
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I've fallen on the concrete and
Blacked out, seeing blurred visions
Of a night sky I'll never see
Because I'm too wrapped up
In my blankets and worries
To care about how beautiful
The stars are in their flawless
Choreography
I think, sometimes
Not all the time, though
Sometimes, I wonder
I wonder why you make me into
Some image of naivete
I wonder why you act
Like I'm some lost puppy
Who is aching for a bone
I'm just looking for a home
Because my bones are shattered,
Battered down by the insults
And results of you judging me
I'm so, so weak
Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off of writing poetry
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I know who I am
I know
