People tell me to be careful, like I am not the one
To cause the hurt, to cause the trouble, to harm
Myself or others, I am told to be careful
But, are they careful of me? Am I careful of me?
Do I care for me? Really.

Seems like the vacancy, gets to me
Empty hallways, empty chairs, half set tables
Disturb me, the full pattern on the plate, not covered
By something tasty and filling, leaves my stomach
Growling, I am so hungry

It is as old as me, this heavy coat
The collar and sleeves frayed, from the rubbing
The wearing, the wearing down of me
This coat smells like me, on worst of my best days
The dried sweat of me

I could go places I shouldn't go, so I won't
I could give into those, but I won't
Still, nothing takes the place of this coat
My name stitched into the label, my hair shed, collected
On the shoulders, There is no shedding of this
Woven skin, this loneliness within