The poem expresses feelings of distrust towards a "treacherous doctor" and questions about relationships, self-perception, and the meaning of life. The speaker feels their thoughts may be used against them and wonders if others truly see them for who they are. They question whether relationships are found or earned and if their interests are just distractions from death. In their twenties, the speaker sees little to look forward to and cries while on vacation, wondering if this is how they will exit their youth.
The poem expresses feelings of distrust towards a "treacherous doctor" and questions about relationships, self-perception, and the meaning of life. The speaker feels their thoughts may be used against them and wonders if others truly see them for who they are. They question whether relationships are found or earned and if their interests are just distractions from death. In their twenties, the speaker sees little to look forward to and cries while on vacation, wondering if this is how they will exit their youth.
The poem expresses feelings of distrust towards a "treacherous doctor" and questions about relationships, self-perception, and the meaning of life. The speaker feels their thoughts may be used against them and wonders if others truly see them for who they are. They question whether relationships are found or earned and if their interests are just distractions from death. In their twenties, the speaker sees little to look forward to and cries while on vacation, wondering if this is how they will exit their youth.
Or would you use them all against me? Can you replace my eyes for yours And see what I really look like? I could help you criticize
Looking for a sense of relation
Where do people want me to be? I can't help but cry on vacation Dressed to unimpress easily Losing sight again I'll go ahead and give you your eyes back now
You grow up, gone
So what's the point of connecting to anyone? Is a relationship bought or is it won?
Are the things I think are important
Simply just distractions from death? All of my ideas turn to content They can't be conceived 'til they're read Lost my words again It doesn't matter 'Cause you wouldn't understand
Love in teens and life in the twenties
Nothing much to look forward to I can't help but cry on vacation Is this the way to exit my youth? Oh... Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me? Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me?