Most days my skin smells like sadness
Feels like it was hidden in my bones
Draw blood–I’m certain it’s blue
Keep trying to level up
But I’ve got lead in my shoes
It’s tiring trying to show and prove
I wear a distressed smile
Can you see my holes?
Am i bleached enough when I’m shifting?
Just to enter into the world
Knees ripped from begging myself not to lose my self respect
Because people who don’t see you still won’t have respect