one, two, three
that concludes the mic-check
just kidding, you didn’t think I was a quitter
judging by the people that have walked out
and the ones that chose others instead of me
quite a few
tomorrow is today, painted over with in red
Clearance! Everything must go!
Including but limited to
My sanity, confidence, and trust in anyone
crows flock overhead, and I wonder
what’s the point of having language
if I don’t know how to speak, worse yet
why was such an ugly creature like me
given the beauty of voice
why is every day a tug-of-war
with what I think I am, know I am
and wish I could be
why is conformity such an awful weight
and uniqueness a forbidden mark of a beast?
if I could be your savior
would you fight wars in my name?
if I could be your cure
would you charge for me and hide me away
if I could be your queen
would you set fire to entire nations to please?
if I were a quitter
just kick me off the roof already