I feel stolen from death.
I am the person I thought I would always be,
but who knew that my thought was wrong?
I feel too young for an experience of any sort,
let alone those of the adults in my life.
This chick-fil-a menstruation,
anonymous metal love 
feels all-consuming without an anchor home.

Written while listening to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Remastered 2014 by Elton John