whats your name again? I didn’t catch that

Who cares what you say you’re 'new here kid'

I resort to my cardinal directions when I am

surrounded by stares and their best guesses

military, divorce, or a death?

I have a name, ain’t anything you said

vital the trauma recital

By Lunch they’ll delight in some stories again

They’re talking about me, but what’s there to talk bout?

they’re staring at me, like you aint gonna see me around?

Momma, I feel like this one’s gonna be the same

I think we’re gonna keep on moving

Momma,

I never make friends, and when I do, I really dont

you know the feeling?

Every starting place is a box of parts

and I know the machine is inside the heart

but Im always building for nothing to work

Always game over but never I’ve Hit start

I dont wanna play if every levels the same

every place is a place if

getting there gets ya fuckin lost

I shut off the game box and Fuck off

look to the sky, hand me the yard darts

I worry if I stay outdoors,

come back home

the doors are locked,

My shit’s on the lawn

you ask me “you ready to go?”

No

I’m not

I never am but

Like I’m grounded reminded

“Hit pause or the consoles not yours”

lose my save state

Once we get to our new place

replay the same grade

at the social starting level

every classroom leads to halls and

every kids spells parent with an S

nobody here dresses like me and

Puzzles stay in place when fixed

thats why I had what adults call

a lockdown

for my meltdown

That’s code for

you didnt understand what I was mauling about

you changed states,

expect the tap to taste the same

only when you drank like a fish

noticed your baby down the drain

know how every trip went?

everyday recall what you forget

like get seatbelt on

when you get in the car

cause at longhorn

I track Blood alcohol

She a Jedi mind putting

Wool over the eyes of every

Waiter who could’ve

Cut her off

she can connive

Make you to believe a lie

Makes me wish I was

Manipulations son

then she’d give a fuck

Sorry

what was the problem on the whiteboard?

I forgot

I am done with this place

I hate the world and every state

every counsoler and mandated reporter

that’d rather ignore what I have say

I’ll tell you the truth just don’t tell the parent

They'd say we can’t offer whistleblower protections

Oh, bet

fuck your bullshit then

Cause if I can’t confess

then I’m serving my sentence

why go to class when I wont pass

and if I did it wouldn’t matter cause

soon it’ll be a different system

And either way it’s lawsuit papers

trust me

my home is enough work yo

So Go ahead absolve yourself

my name is only behavioral problems

And my prognosis is

Lost cause