Bathed In Labels

He’s the captain of the football team.

And she’s his cheerleader.  The popular.

Life’s newest members.  The Emo kids

gather wherever they please.  Bragging

how they’re not life’s followers.  That’s

the problem with their delusion.

He’s the hero

The delusion of a hero.

And she’s the damsel.

Always in distress.

And they’re the jokers

The observers

Always the victims of

an awkward situation. 

Forever with the drugs

Forever with the drama

And forever with detentions.

Perfection is a myth.

Is a myth

The grades are everywhere

Somedays I’m rich and most days

I’m poor.  The natural rumors of

“I’m this” and “I’m that” mingle

and become gibberish to my ears.

I’m a scratcher – a biter

It’s my self-mutilation

Stuck in depression.

And I want to change just like

the butterfly

He’s the delusion of a hero.

And she’s the damsel always in distress.

And we’re the jokers

The observers

Stuck in the situation

I’m a scratcher – a bisexual

Forever with the drugs

Forever with the drama

It’s a ticket to detention

Well I’d rather be there

Than outside.

Perfection is a myth

“I’m this” and “I’m that”.

Perfection is a myth

I’m this but I’m not you

Label the hell out of me.

Label the hell out of me.

Label the hell out of me.