I do not hate the idea of things, I hate the way they are expressed
I hate the action of being held or holding hands, but not the thought
I'm sure that's why in terms of outstretched arms I never get a lot
It's marinated barriers and deceptive walls that I detest
These spiced carrier cars that we are standing in unknowingly
I want to eat, I always have, so as my mouth waters and foams
I stick out my barbed tongue and taste and taste and nothing tastes like home
Everything is overcooked, textures are wrong, and it's too bitter
I know that it's my fault, having taste buds that stay blackened inside
But how can I correct them if no matter what I break, they want to die?