sometimes i'm
standing in a room full of noisy people
trying not to fall asleep on my feetsometimes i'm
sitting in rehearsal with 80 other kids
and the brass are way too loudthere's no one
who's like me
and no one understands me
except my little sisterand then when i meet someone
who actually
at least partially
understands me
i overlook all of their faults
because they
freaking understand mebut i'm shouting into empty space
because they always turn out
not to understand after all