i think i was always doomed.
not to sound depressing (nope, not going to remark on that),
but i can't help but feel
that every thing is pitted against me.
the human affliction is a welcome thing
when the hours carved into these hands
shows the counting of the footsteps
to the dark pit of depression
that's filled with a blackbird's cry for help
answered by no-one
this little wonder
is not enough for a cat on the run
i have scars, i have scars
i want to join the military
because there's got to be something
to keep me from eating a gun
or putting a shot of bleach down my throat
the only problem
is that i might be a lesbian
and i've never been the most athletic.
let's not mention
that i want to get tattoos
as soon as it's legal.
but hell, i'm not the best poet around,
i can't play violin or anything else,
and the only thing i've really got going for me
is the fact that i have the best poker face
you could ever want,
the fact that i will throw everything away
if it's for a cause i deem great enough,
and maybe the army
whatever the hell this is
out of my goddamn head