How Would You Know?
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How would you know that maybe I haven't been skipping dinner
for the past couple of weeks?
I'm not hungry for a meal,
I'm not thirsty for knowledge,
I'm starving for feeling. I'm parched.
Hand me a pen and some paper,
I'll write down some notes to evict the horrible thoughts away
from the home they built so sturdy in my head.
I leave my demons in my notebook
so maybe that's why I can't study all the time.
Sleep is my cigarette.
Yeah, it takes the headache away but
it's a cancer and I'm addicted.
So maybe thats why I can't always finish my homework at night.
Maybe your class isn't exactly making me feel alive.
I feel like a cow.
No, not in the sense that I am insecure about my weight
but in the sense that we are cattle.
I don't want to fall in that vicious 9-5 cycle.
My days are cyclical enough.
How would you know that maybe life at home
isn't so rapturous?
Maybe I'm feeling captured by the only place
I called a safehaven.
So no, it's not always easy to do everything you say.