born into a world
filled with blank pages and paper cuts
a world without trees
where every family
had a paper mother
a paper dog, a paper house
maybe then I'd see understanding
and I'd find a carefree me
and could stop being so human
and so lonely
then I'd be a paper doll
shop for paper dresses at the mall
and I would'nt feel unloved
at all
my heart would beat
to the beep of a human shredder
while all of us paper ran free
and I'd laugh merrily
flash my white paper smile
for its so blissfully painless
in the school supplies isle
because it doesnt matter
if youre college ruled
two hole punched or three
paper lives together
with no judgements whatsoever
and every last sheet seems happy
and I believe
thats what I've sorely
been missing