People are trying to kill me
Good thing I have a reptile brain
Good thing I hatched from an egg
Good thing my tail grows back
Good thing my state appointed
Case worker is back in my life
Walk by me and see how cold I am
Don’t ever test how much I don’t
Care
I’ll never need
Anything
I sit alone in my car on lunch
And
Eat the same leftovers
Everyday
People are trying to kill me
They’ll pull up, in a shitty sliding-door
Minivan without a license plate
Full of guns
I’ll be on the corner
Waiting
And
I’ll beat all the charges
People are trying to kill me
Even if they don’t realize it
I’m from under a heat lamp
But not anymore
You can’t understand
How nothing in this place
Bothers me
a trained professional at hiding
I maybe talk to one other person a day
And
Sometimes I can’t