god cursed me

i cant sing i cant sing i cant sing
no i
cant
sing
i cant sing i cant sing i cant sing
but ive got
more to say
and i dont need a soabox
or creepy pulpit
just your time to share
but i cant walk into
crowded streets
or i’ll just
dissapear
like oxygen
like oxygen
into the thinning air
never lock
eye to eye
escaping the
judging
stares
rotating
and shuffling in
life’s game of
musical chairs
where the silence comes
as everything stops
and breaks between
the resonating clusters
of molecules in the air
positive and negative
atoms bursting with
a barely audible
soft popping sound
like the bubble wrap
of endless math
protecting the
equations from
start to end
whether ground shipped
or 2nd day air
and i dont know
but I dont think
that i care
i dont think
i dont think
no i dont think
but I’m not sure
I’m not sure
no I’m not sure
that god cursed me
i dont know
i dont know why
but i think
god cursed me