My biggest fear is being invisible…
Shoulda been my name
‘Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there…
Like Amos from Chicago, an extra in someone else’s show.
I don’t like that idea at all.
Another fear of mine…
is losing all my teeth.
Not my teeth, oh no! Sir, no!
I’ve been a good girl, brushed
Okay, once, a day,
and at nights, if I remember
no candy for me, no Sir no!
Not the metalthingemagik aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
The fear of being boring, of always being a copy of what society deems interesting.
I want all the trouble that comes with living.
Like an old Belle and Sebastian song:
“Color me with the trouble of chaos,
’cause anything’s better than posh isolation…”
I don’t want to be perfect.
I just want to leave some proof that I was alive.