One Simple Thing
Restless
Too hot
Too cold
Not enough
Too much
Useless limbs
Tied into a bundle of knotted ligaments
Experimental mind
that didn't come out of the factory right
I missed my quality test
You told me to describe how I feel
Without the poetry
Only the physical
So you could understand
And I cried
Hot
Frustrated
Tears
Like when I did math homework in 3rd grade
Because
I felt broken
It should have been easy
Anyone can do this
One
Simple
Thing
But my bones are hardned meter
And my blood pumps music
So how am I
how can I
how could I
do this
One
Simple
Thing
It's impossible
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