so what....
this is that
that my mind so usually supplies
so what
face down
thoughts up?
what does this make me
often face down
serve me up
show me what is thought
make me what i can't
what i ought
you think this spells fear
this spells what i dare
this small thing is my desire
wrong
i think past your need for me
i wonder where
and what
and this
and that
what is it you think is this me
just the sad thing you perceive
ass up
face down
the smile i bare
more than a reflection of your own
face down
i breathe dirt
face up
you be the filth
i think
i breathe
i be
uncomfortable
think maybe it's worse for me?
