the world stands awkwardly by
as i try to figure out who i am–
it’s none of their fault, no,
that i can’t find who i am through
the pages i’ve turned, the glossaries
i’ve read or the times i’ve been told
what i can and cannot do.
the world stands awkwardly by
as i try to figure out who i am–
it’s none of their fault, no,
that i can’t find who i am through
the pages i’ve turned, the glossaries
i’ve read or the times i’ve been told
what i can and cannot do.