There's No Power In Validation

I am a hairless fracture

To a living banana peel;

I am a lost cigarette butt on the street...

Do you love me without clothes on,

Or do you love me naked in the cold?

I find you buried in my sofa

While the sun is dancing,

What secrets do we keep in the sky

When the sky is a naked woman

On a pole?

For I film my insecurities in my mind

I am massively aware of the peak

You give me the cold shoulder

With a side of cold biscuits...

Where is the jelly, my man?

I make you eggs

Yet you never eat them,

I want to live in the sky;

You snore like you're an erupting volcano

And then the earth shakes in remorse

Of course, of course; the stars hate me

But at least I have my dignity

Would you like to share your story

While smoking your cigarette butt?

Would you like me to entertain you

On the pole?

Allow me to be a woman

And I will allow you to be a man,

For this godly world is not godly

For God is real, and people aren't;

Is validation a masterpiece

Or is it in truin?

You've almost ripped me in ruins

Therefore I shall live a thousand more lives...

Respect me all you want

But I cannot have my eggs in the rain

For I am a living brain

And you are just a lab rat

Chased by a horny cat...Meow.