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.


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