There's a funny feeling, actually it's kind of rotten When you feel as though you've been forgotten That somehow you fell into that space behind the dresser We each know how it is; all crowded with roaches, dust, and even lesser Misplaced pennies, thimbles, and keys Odd how they don't matter until you become one of these Dust will slowly pile and dull your color You begin to think you've always been here, whatever It's surprisingly easy to stay To just lay and lay and lay all day You can choose to wait for rescue, for someone to somehow remember As you just complain and cry and surrender To spending your days collecting rust And staring longingly into the light at the edge of the dust Take heed, don't listen to the Dust Bunnies They act like your friend, they claim to be your buddies As they waste your god damn time And their comfort and charm keeps you from what truly shines So each day you must crawl The journey is long and dark between a dresser and it's wall You will get lost and it will hurt when you fall But my dear, oh my dear You will make strength from your fears Now wipe the dusty-rusty crust from your eyes You must see your own light, in the dark of self-hate and lies You will emerge from your journey not because you were finally discovered But because you said, "No more!" And became your own best friend and lover Walking tall and out into the world Banner raised and unfurled Someone now bigger than the small rotten feeling Left marks of struggle in the dust, a path of pain, a path of their healing A soul who would not dwell in the old and has left it anew And that person, my precious brave dear... is you