I poured some coffee on the ground

It's now on my feet

I don't want to write this,
but I am
I don't know what to write,
but I am

I sat outside today
and I got bored,
so - I poured some coffee on the ground

I don't know what to make of life
but I am

...am           I
supposed to be unhappy?

I think -
Everyone else,     is...
well -                          Life

is a drag:
I'm supposed to drink and
cry
to myself
on the stairs

I'm supposed to hate myself

and my life

or
I think I'm supposed to,

right?

living in a world
where giving up is not a choice
is indeed cruel
suffocating and absurd
pushing one's limit
to reach a goal
leaving yourself empty
a burned-out soul

I want to die free
and not live caged;
a bird
a bird
a bird is free

Why can't I
be a bird?

Sometimes I'm happy
when I should be sad
and sometimes
I'm sad
when I should be happy

I look.

The branch curls upward.

It reaches the painted sky
far above where
I can ever be.

The leaves are green
and have just began
to bloom.

It is beautiful today.

I smile.