Interesting

You ever look into someone's eyes,
and see their future spread like
age-old butter, covered in flies

"Dead before thirty, cause of their own demise

Nothing to live for, cuts on their thighs.

Hate for authority, habits for lies"

How often do people wear "Interesting" as a guise,
Mediocrity is their hurdle, Goliath in size

"I'll be dead before thirty,"

"I've got cuts on my thighs"

"Please look at me, I'm Interesting,"

"I have a habit for lies."

They ache and they yearn, they grasp for the prize
To be told that they're different and better,

Interesting, for all they've gained is despise.