Good—Tomorrow
I don’t know what dysphoria sounds like
I don’t know what it feels like to you but
I also don’t know what it feels like to be you
Or to touch you or to even want to be like you so
I don’t know if it means much that I’m
An idiot philosopher, I wonder why I always fucking
Wander around like I’m some kind of clown
What about my smile feels upside down ?
I coulda been some metaphor but instead I’m just
A similie of sorts, a goddamn half baked egg of a man
Runny nose scrambled with a side of
Burnt toast and a dark roast, humor senseless
Dangling defenseless I am selfish, I am raw
I am certain you know the whole song
So I hum
And tap
And hope for a good tomorrow,
Something I’ve been taking for granted.