I’m sitting under this smokestack  
Atlas with the world on his back 
No one taught me how to breath 
But in the middle of this panic attack 
I could really use some guidance 
As I wait for the world to end 
 
Every bird and every bee and every fish and every tree 
Is choking 
And as I sit, watching my cat stalk blue jays across the lawn 
Eating a ham sandwich  
My hair still damp  
From an hour-long shower 
I realize that I’m part of the problem 
 
But am I? 
I am 18 years old 
So, so young 
Standing under the shadow of our ancient earth 
I am not a corporation  
I have never spilled oil into the sea 
Or fractured the earth in earth in search of natural gas 
 
But I consume the flesh of beasts 
Whose farms ruin the land 
And now there’s blood on my hands 
And I just can’t understand  
How to stop all of this hurt 

I could go vegan, vegetarian 
Remove the vice of veal and live on veggies and soy proteins 
I could read every label  
Hunt for the ingredients that are made of cruelty, and slavery 
And the destruction of rainforests 
But I am still just one little soul 
And my carbon footprint in nothing  
In comparison to Walmart and BP and every other company owned by a billionaire 
 
Am I a bad person?  
I want to be a teenager 
I want to drink Starbucks, eat cheap chocolate bars 
Chomp down on a fast food burger 
Indulge in things  
Without having to ask 
Is this vegan? 
Is this fair trade? 
Is this organic? 
Will consuming this be a sin? 
If I eat this, am I a bad person? 
Am I a bad person? 
Am I bad? 
Am I? 
AM I?