feeling like climbing trees

and making salads with their leaves

feeling like rusty swingsets

and chasing flickering starlets

fleeting scarlet pangs of concrete

peeling scabs til they're bloody

and picking fights, even though I know

Mama taught me not to punch nobody.

Feeling cathartic today

feeling like there's nobody for me

and Mama, why do I long for this girl?

Feeling like my love, hollow and empty

and fruitless, so Mama, forgive me if I starve.

Forgive my intrusive thoughts.

What if I walked 'cross life at the ripeness of 11?

Guess we're past that now, but I have scars to prove it.

Mama taught me to hide or be denied.

Feeling alone today

feeling like I'm the only one of me

and everyone is similar, but I'm different

feeling like these scars healed

and now I wear them badges of honor

Mama, where'd you go? How you been?

What happened and why do you not see?

For once, I'm out of hiding for you.

Today I'm feeling like me.