Survival

I don't know if my mom loves me any more She said I am changing I am not what she bargained for I set fire to abusers like a war I am a terror But I don't know what it is I fight for And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything I survive because I have died And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything I survive because I have died And just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked I set up walls and make sure to include a window And just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked I set up walls and make sure to include a window And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything I survive because I have died And I cure the pores in my skin I leave no room for anything I survive because I have died And maybe in here I'll learn to love fear And maybe in a year I will not feel like a bad queer