you need not remind me that i don't belong here.
that the holes i put in the walls aren't wanted.
must i remind you that this is not a rent house
and that most people have art on their walls...
especially artists. me.
you musn't tell me it wasn't your idea for me to be here.
i already know this.
you act like this is what i want.
oh, it's far from that.
but it wouldn't kill you to give me a reason
to want to be here.
to feel like i belong.
but then i remind myself that i don't give a damn
one way or another.