They greet me so well
And ask if I’m doing swell
Though I’ve no sleep in my wallet
No money in my pocket
And often think of killing myself
I cried this morning for no reason
And blamed the big sad for tis the season
I work all day with little to no pay
And must still afford rent it’s treason
I know god and my parents love me
Their love is what made free
But still, fall short of expectations
Abused as a child and kept secret lacerations
It’s pointless to complain when men don’t cry see?
I’ve nowhere to turn for my trauma
The patriarchy aren’t allowed drama
So s**t up and pay for dinner
Because of how you were born you're a sinner
And you're the ugly sex so be grateful that I’m here it’s your karma
Men made this society it’s what you deserve
So to complain about it takes some nerve
There can’t be a double standard
When there’s only mine are you retarded?
Don’t you know while you hang yourself we’ll just observe?
But Who’s my Susan B. Anthony?
Andrew Tate? What a funny comedy
I don’t trust second-rate Tate
As much as the existence of his fade
And I’m left alone with my sad psalmody
Melancholy is a tonic I drop
On my tongue an itch that won’t stop
In sadness, I found to suffer
And try to see redemption in Lucifer
If he could be forgiven I won’t reap a rotten crop
Lonely, but I hate crowds
Drowning slowly, my suffering is one big round
I am walking in circles?
Pacing in nature looking for miracles
Fade into the trees till I’m safe and sound
All I want is to not be cold
Scrub myself clean of festering mold
Tarnished bronze can still be sick
The dawn blazes and life slows a tick
Blanket me when I’m yours to have and hold
But if you ask me if I’m ok I’ll say,
What you want to hear and be happy,
Say that I’m fine, here, and dandy.