I wake up

see the challenges of the day

They wake up

twenty minutes late

They see their mom

Packed lunch; picked out clothes; prepaid day

prepaid way

Through the hallway, strutting Coach and Chanel

or paying that coach for a spot on my team

or teaming up

not with others, but against

Against the day, against the way

that I daily live.

I live through it all, though I see it so differently

My brands are so new that they're unknown to all

you'd have to search, long and hard

through my aisles at Goodwill.

But, soon, will my good will run out?

Reveal my secrets to the world?

Worldly words though can't fit

in such a small place.

This school is a mansion, but it lacks in space

No breathing room

No rooms to breathe

All the rooms - occupied.

So just know

I will make room before I die

for my secrets to shine

for my character to strive

and for you to want to hide

as your fake, plastic ass

squeaks on some shelf

While I have found a place

to reveal my self to myself.