I want to scream
I’m becoming something
I’m not
My feelings feel like
Robotic mechanics
Designed to keep me
In line
And so I walk in straight
Lines
I’ve given in to the media
And all its temptations
Look this way
Think less
Sex more
I want to scream
And see who will
Come
The cops or my boy
When will my cash
Turn into happiness
When will my love
Be with me
Instead of just inside me
I want to scream
But they seem like
Small whispers
Compared to the rest
Of the world
And so I’ll bake a cake
Hoping that pretending
There’s a smile on
My face will fix
Everything