to be me

How about you come to my house for one night,
You can see my drunken mother,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you tell everyone your a pagan,
You’ll want to kill yourself too after being so ridiculed,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you do something different,
You’ll be considered a freak too,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you ask someone out you like,
You’ll be pained by the rejection too,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you live with only one parent,
And almost never see the other one,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you come with me to my dads when I see him for the first time in a couple months,
You can see him not remember my face,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you come over late at night,
And see everyone getting drunk and behind me while I write this poem,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you look in my classroom,
And see everyone talking and laughing while I sit here alone,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about you remain abstint,
And see how hard it is,
Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,

How about after all this you have a gun in your hand,
And you were me,
What would you do?