My Soul: Restless

The rain starts to pour.
Oh, poor me.
I fell on my way home from school.
I tell THEM I failed a test.

THEY made me do my chores.
DUST the chandelier...
WASH the Corvette...
You MISSED a spot here.

I go up to my dirty room
and sit on my fluffy bed.
I can't believe THEY hate me.
I wish that I was dead.

I've cried so much this week
that my ducts are fully dry,
but with the help of the blade,
my blood can help me cry.

THEY only gave me 50 dollars this week
instead of my usual 55.
THEIR "love" for me is slipping.
I should probably end my life.

I go back downstairs
after cleaning up my scrape
for our Monday-night board game.
Will they notice my wrist tape?

Probably not.
THEY never understand.
THEY need to step back
and let me be a man...

If I want to wear girl pants,
they should just let me do it.
It's one way to express myself.
You can really see ME through it.

Who knows? Tomorrow
they may find me breathless
with 30 Seconds in the background
to represent my soul: restless.