I suppose I might be a lot
for someone to deal with.
I'm always late to family functions;
if I show up at all.
I am a mess,
& so is my car, & my room.
I have anxiety,
mood swings,
& I pull out my own hair.
So please, just never expect me to show up looking at all put together.
I work at a truck stop &
only have money on pay day,
because I'm buying **** & food.
But it's okay.
I don't feel bad about sitting on the floor,
eating pizza,
not having a clue.
I'm still young. There's still time.
Right?