Practicing peace and patience is taking a toll on my sanctum
These critics fill my head with nonsense and expect me to thank them
They call me a funeral hopper
I burn myself on frozen copper
Remember when you hated me
Only because you were the one who created me
I’m too young to want to die
But this steeple these people pass me by
Call it metaphorically adultery
Just as long as nobody saw me
Why would I write such meaningless words
To be seen or to be heard
To gain attention from the passing folks
Temporary tempting false hopes
I swear to God I’m only a kid
Not knowing what to do or what I did
Last semester
whatever