I'm sorry that I'm too nice I'm sorry that I'm annoying I'm sorry I don't have a "good" personality I'm sorry I can't keep up I'm sorry that I failed I'm sorry that I don't have money I'm sorry I give you headaches I'm sorry that I don't stand up I'm sorry I don't listen to the right music But this is who I am. Deal with it. I'm not apologizing for that.
Until she glanced at her left side, and she realized SHE HAD GONE COMPLETELY INSANE.
What lies behind it? And what happens if I gaze upon this reflection? I'm looking at nothing. Nothing. It's only my own reflection, except inverted.
I must not look at it, because it is inverted. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it.
**I WOULD RATHER GOUGE OUT MY EYES WITH MY BARE FINGERS BEFORE LOOKING AT THAT HORRIBLE INVERTED REFLECTION
Detain my mind, the rind my brain. Again, again, and again. To what do I owe, this mindless dowry. What harvest I've sown, misery... in company. I've the mind of a poet, and the mouth of a sailor, which completely negates my valor.
a thirst for the divine inspiration which is probably hidden in this coffee bean.
structure & form are reflective of meaning & function, so what does that make my body? what does that make my face?
other people's opinions are always teasing like they were brushes and the strands of my hair were days but the 80s are long gone and i've got bigger dogs to wrestle.
if you compare a strong mule to a peeping baby bird you've wrapped up the history of thought in two corrosive words.
i want fervently to have hope in my species. but i walk a path that weaves tight between compassion & contempt.
if structure & form are reflective of meaning & function, then i am trickling down with the fresh melted snow, pouring myself in a muddy stream filled with silver gold spirals that span the visible spectrum, elongating & growing forever
Fun you said That’s what you called me I was fun to you Fun like a shiny new toy Like the car you got for your birthday Like the Xbox you got for Christmas I was fun Fun to play with Fun to play I didn’t want to be fun I wanted to be held I wanted to be told I was beautiful I wanted to be loved I wanted to be yours But no, I was just fun