You asked me.
You said, Greer, why are you so sad?
I said, I'm not sad, I'm just me.
You didn't accept that.
No, no, no, you said, I won't have it.
Thats not you, you said.
But i protested. That is me, i insisted.
I cried and beat down the walls, just to be locked up again.
I told you who i really was, and what did you tell me?
Greer, thats not you.
How would you know who i am? who is me?
Do you get up and walk in these tired bones and skin every day? no, thats because I do.
So, when you ask me, Greer, why are you so sad?
I might just have to say, Oh, had a bad day at school, nothing else,
Just to save the trouble.
