I wish I could say this with more rhythm and rhyme, but when I write
I just vomit my feelings as poetry. Is that why you
Write so much?, someone asked.
That’s one of the side effects of
The psych meds I’ve been taking —
Would you like to read my
Heart and guts spilled all over the table?
I’m not one of those
“Walking disasters” — I like to
Be disastrous while I
Float in the sky
Ah, my feet are tied
To the land… Twenty three, but the teen angst thing
Hasn’t stopped yet…