When you say you do You don’t know where I have been Judge me by my skin When you speak to me You don’t know what I can see Judge me by my eyes All of these problems All of these outer demons All of these are you…

I never liked the peculiar smell of the onions she would put, but as I bit into the sandwich, I realized that the marinated onions in my mom’s sandwich did not smell. How can onions not smell?