I'm Here Because Of What

The Early Cars Already Are Drawing Deep Breaths Past My Door. And Last Night's Phrases Sick With Lack Of Basis Are Still Writhing On My Floor.

I Had Really Bad Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. At Its Worst, I Was Compelled To Leave My House At Three O'clock In The Morning And Go Out In The Alley Because I Just Knew That The Paper-towel Roll I Threw In The Recycling Bin Was Uncomfortable, Like It Was Lying The Wrong Way, And I Would Be Down In The Garbage.

I Lie In An Early Bed Thinking Late Thoughts, Waiting For The Black To Replace My Blue. I Do Not Struggle In Your Web Because It Was My Aim To Get Caught. But Daddy Long Legs I Feel That I'm Finally Growing Weary Of Waiting To Be Consumed By You.

I've Done Things That Can Be Made Fun Of. It's Not Such A Bad Thing. If I'm Going To End Up A Role Model, Then I'd Rather Not End Up Being The Kind Of Role Model That Pretends To Be Perfect, And Pretends That She Always Has The Right Thing To Say. I'm A Product Of Role Models That Didn't Make Me Feel Like I Was As Good As Them.

My Scars Were Reflecting The Mist In Your Headlights I Looked Like A Neon Zebra, Shaking Rain Off Her Stripes