Suburban kids trying to fill their cups,
trying to escape the loneliness,
it’s never enough.
Mama wanted to be a real housewife,
daddy had no time.
Frantically rustling the couch -
scraping pennies, looking for dimes.
Suburban kids wondering why,
why do I feel so empty?
Can I feel at all?
Scratching at the surface as their insides crawl.
It must be that privilege
and all that has been given
trying to uphold the perfect image
stuffing down another prescription
in attempts to get by.
Ritalin for their restlessness
to tame that foolish petulance.
Fading away the senses,
ignorant of the elements.
No sight, no smell,
no touch, no talk.
Walking around in a cloud of smog.
One more swallow,
here comes panic.
One second she’s down,
the next she’s manic.
The heart, it races.
The mind, can’t face it.
Put on that Goddamn smile
you ungrateful child.
Delirium battles reality,
another would-be turned to black sea.
Skewed and deprived.
Treading water with no life line.
Treading water but wishing to die.
Suburban kids with holes to mend,
doing their best as they hang from a thread.
But they were so conditioned to get ahead,
never taught how to make or keep a friend.
Suburban kids pulling at that skin,
I was born this way, is that my sin?
The blood it boils,
while they incessantly toil.
Push on, shut up, sit down, get up.
Follow the rules, collect all the tools
and one day you’ll be proud of yourself.
Sugar highs and alibis.
Everyone assumes money
eats away sorrow,
but we’re all just trying to
make it to tomorrow.
You see, suffering does not choose
who is worthy or not.
Suffering does not care
if you’re the boat or the dock.
The waves of struggle
meet us all the same,
we’re all learning how
to let go of the shame.