What’s wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
You never look.
You never glance.
What’s he got that I haven’t?
A pitiful back story and a rugged sense of style?
You don’t know half of it.
You know nothing.
You don’t know.
YOU NEVER EVEN FUCKING LOOK AT ME
There’s something wrong with me.
No one sees me.
Not you
Not anyone.
A freak that brings a laugh, I am
But they see right through me.
YOU NEVER EVEN FUCKING LOOK AT ME
They see right through me
Not a human,
But a joke
A walking, talking, breathing joke
Joke of the day?
The joke’s on you.
The boy shut out in the cold.
The joke’s on you.
The boy who tried to feel alive.
The joke’s on you.
But what do you care?
You never even fucking look at me.
Everyone finds a place to stay warm.
But I am out in the cold.
A jackal in the land of the right.
And you see right through me.