Maybe I’m Bitter

If I were an actor
I'd cut off all of my toenails
And put them inside a jar
Tell them it's magical
To be somebody else
To make up someone else's protein
I don't need anything
I, I don't need anything

In the reflection
I thought I looked sixteen years old
In the distance,
You're lying in a circle on the floor
Your toes touching your head, your limbs wrapped around, open spread
I thought that I liked it,
But, I'm realizing maybe I don't
You might not notice
Seems like I'll always stick around,
But, this dog bites me
I don't think he likes me
I think that he doesn't like me
I don't think he likes me
I think he doesn't like me

As I'm getting older,
Noticing how I start to change,
Maybe I'm bitter
Maybe I'm meant to be insane
I can't pack my suitcase,
I feel like there's cotton in my brain,
Maybe I'm dreaming
Maybe I'll go to sleep again

But you said
You're using me
For all of my resources
I'm useful, so use me
And maybe I am, I am, I am, I am

But, in Afro Funk class,
Jessica says to channel strength,
Courage, and Confidence
And, hey, that reminds me,
I think you don't like me,
I think that she doesn't support me
And I know what love's like
I've made friends like family
And I deserve better,
I'm sick of the toxins in my life
So I'm trimming the weeds out,
I'm trimming the weeds that take, take, take,
And you don't ever call me,
You don't seem to notice that you're fake
I think I don't like it
I don't think like it
I think I don't like it
I think I don't like it