Under the Whether

Written by Zachary Myers Theriault · 2024

I’m feelin’
Under the weather
Sewn, but untethered
Uh oh
Oh no

When will it
Ever get better
I’m sewn, but untethered
Uh oh
Oh no
Uh oh

Every day
It’s all the same
I move through time
Just dodging names

It didn’t used to feel this way
Why would it matter if I’m gay-eh-eh?

It used to be a happy word
But now it’s turned into a slur

Buried deep beneath red dirt
Is this really what I deserve?

So I—
Call my mother, I—
Tell her I’m not fine—
In the head

And I need to go
Home now

This used to be my happy place
But now it’s turned into a disgrace

I bang my head

I just need to find
A way out

Their voices follow where I go
I do some things that no one should know

With my head

I need to clear this
Space now

So I—
Call my mother, I—
Tell her I’m not fine—
In the head

And I need to go
Home now

Every day
It’s all the same
I move through time
Just dodging names

It didn’t used to feel this way