You tell me you want to see my potential
But it’s so hard when everything is confidential
Ignore the good and listen to bad
If you think about it, it’s kind of sad
No sense of direction
And loss of recollection
Giving me your lectures assuming things will change
But you should already know things are going stay the same
Trying to find my fame
And trying not to go insane
Give me a cane
And let me dance and prance
Give me some bud, alcohol, and ex
And we’ll try and figure out what happens next
I got munchies
Needing a couple lunches
Too fucked up to function
So when you come storming in my room and ask me what’s going on…
I’ll be gone.

This poem was written/submitted by Paige Blenner.