Today is empty and sour, like vinegar.
She speaks like a baby, but she is twelve.
He fat shames her when they are both fat.
They live in my room and keep me up at night.
My chest has a deep blue ache.
I'm left behind and pushed out.
I'm not in my room, but I can hear them,
Moving my belongings as they please.
Deep, blue, vinegar.
That's the feeling I've had for weeks.
That's the feeling I'll have until I'm chosen again.
That's what it feels like when you're left behind.
Deep, blue, vinegar.