threaten mine
challenge my words
threaten my existence
laughing at
the thin skin
that covers whatever
it is im made of
as the sun sets low
i will miss the point
i will pass the signs
blame it on my adhd
blame it on my self pity
blame it on my bad eyes
im too much
it’s too late to know
you’re trying to tell me
to go slow
im missing the hint again, i know
if it’s so obvious how did i miss it
keep telling me and i will dismiss it
the moon hangs high
an unblinking eye
then it winks at me
and i realize maybe
i am a show
i am a mockery
you are here to point
and gawk at me
because i will tell
a thousand stories
i will make you look at me
ill be your dog
ill be a golden boy
for anyone who wants me
im at your door
waiting for the call
im underneath the table
waiting for a crumb to fall
and i make believe
that i understand
i am made of clay
i am made of sand
ill be your dog
ill be a golden boy
for anyone who wants me at all
does anybody want me at all?
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