What's Up?

your “once upon a time”

is filled with lies

your eyes can’t hold attention

to see in to our dimension

these prescriptions you've been written

don’t allow you to make the right decisions

your precision is amazing though

you love to draw back that bow

and pretend you didn’t know about the arrow

but say so casually that you love to sew

your requirements for love

are based on lullabies and drugs

and the hugs you give are a formality

you’re a technicality

that's technically a girl

trapped in a woman's body

that's why you fight so much

but don't let the others see

because your world is a boy

that's in the state penitentiary

and he is stuck like you

and that's why you connect?

that's why you love to respect his selections to neglect

you feel like a queen!

that’s dressed as a jester

waiting to impress all the sinister sisters

and ready to stress over all their gestures

you silly little girl

you're smearing your words

your world

is actually a pencil

because it doesn't make you speak

it just lets you release

all those hopes and hormones crowded on to one sheet

and if you can’t find any sense in them

just make something up

and say it with a smile when they ask you what’s up.