Putrid
You feel as if I’m sick and caught
With every kind of flu
You feel as if I’m failing
And I haven’t got a clue
Of where I’m going with this lifetime
Or where I’ll one day be
But I am living day to day
As plain as I can be
I’m trying to uphold myself
To all of my high standards
But I know that that won’t be enough
For all the righteous bastards
You see, I feel I’m not like you
So you see me as deranged
A wild, putrid animal
With nothing left to say
But there’s a world inside of me
With aspirations and emotions
And none of me will ever be “fixed”
With logic, words, or potions
So sorry if I’m not exactly
What you wanted me to be
Oh no, check that: I’m not in fact.
I don’t see what you see
But that’s not wrong; it’s just my right
So, trust me, all my words
Will get me where I want to be
Though right now, I’m not quite heard
I trust that you will just respect
The wishes that I’ve made
For now, my future is sweet as
A glass of lemonade