I'm nothing, yes I know

Everyone says I’ll never be anything And everyone says I should care There was a time when my only problems were just living, keep breathing, stop razors from slicing my skin Now it seems so much more just to make the grade, The grade I don’t even want I would like to thank my mother for giving up, And my father for not even trying I’m not sorry that my dreams are different from yours I don’t want what you have and how you live or who you are I’m a child but I pay adult ticket prices I’m afraid to grow up because I have nowhere to go from here No ambition, no drive...its all been left behind with the Perfect paper doll preschooler you gave birth to The more you talk The more I yell The more you scream The more I damn you to your so-called ‘hell’ I’m nothing, yes I know Going nowhere It’s all over, isn’t it? This is the end There has to be more to life than being in a band, writing poems, Running away to hotels, Living in the back of vans I just don’t think I should be told I have no future because I am failing a math class, Like anarchy, lava lamps, and ‘punk’ shows I don’t care what color my hair is or what symbols are inked into my arms None of that should matter and neither should a Math class or your assumptions of me Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 11:34 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1