Because I am dull and I don’t shine

They tell me just to get in line

But if I stand and if I wait

I’m not worth half what I am paid

But if I let loose and throw a fit

They tell me I’m not worth the risk

Because I know the words I spit

Drip like honey and taste like $#!*

They want songs about birds and bees

I tell them to go hug a tree

“Write about passion, pain and love”

But that’s not what I’m dreaming of

“We deal in anger and sell heartbreak”

But if I don’t feel it I’m a fake

“It’s not who you are it’s what you make”

 I’ve made nothing but mistakes

The people here all get caught

Between the hands of a clock

I just write, but money talks

A word lasts longer than a thought

So here’s my words, as yet, unsaid

It seems tonight my pen has bled

The drippings of my fragile soul

It seems some things just can’t be sold