How It Is

I am not a person, but air
You see through me, as if you care
You think you would know
But I live within this show
I am the way I wish
You always know just when to piss
I know who speaks
But you only know the freaks
If I saw a person, I’d have to scream
You’d just sit there, eating a large ice cream
I am gone forever and shall never say why
All I’ll ever do is wait to cry

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