Friday night, drinking boxed wine
Alone in my apartment, blurring time
The texture of air is stale as I stare
In distress at this body of mine
Catastrophic soft symphony
Rigid dichotomy, complex identity
It's not as simple as either or
I am both and I'm more
Most of all, I'm unsure
I think I've become the sort of someone
Who scared me stiff when I was young
Soft as a feather, tough like worn leather
Who am I under the Saturday sun?
Maleficent social construct
If it is all made up
Why do I give a fuck?
I don't want to define myself by
Who I'm not and I'm trying
This is my battle cry
Friday night, drinking boxed wine
Alone in my apartment, blurring time
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