The cracked yellow teeth fill my mouth.
Gravelly voice conditioned by years of clove cigarettes.
Tremens of the hands,
Unsure they will ever be steady.
Obese, unattractive.
Mental confusion almost all the time
Fitting in?
Never has it happened
So I dance on a moonbeam
I wish on a star
try to get through the day
because that's all I can do.