Contestant Downer Boy

When sadness comes a-calling
you've got nothing to say to the man
that never hurt you.

Crazed adolescent, that's what they all say, even
4 months after the time you ran away.

"Thick-boned" was the phrase that made
your step-father appreciate your mind
even though that appreciation leaves when he is sober.

Toiletry items are only fancy on paper because
in the real world your deodorant is candy-coated and
creates a film of moldy blue when you apply
generously (feeling dirty isn't your thing).

Each time you feel too outlandish to function properly
lock that bathroom door and whisper sweet songs a loving
mother might whisper to an estranged child of winter gods.

Don't nurture fear any longer, embrace your hatred and
hate that mother of yours because
baby, this is your life now.

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