Okay

Square one again

Forgot how low it felt

Forgot the feeling of the rocks

At the bottom of myself

I treaded water

Till my arms and legs pruned up

Filled my lungs with fire

'Till it ran out of place to burn from

I made myself a mascot

For some fantasy of fitting in

I always got so pissed off

When I found myself not fitting in

Square one again

Forgot how low it felt

Forgot the feeling of the rocks

The bottom of myself