There was a man with Corona,
And he walked through Barcelona.
When he coughed and sneezed
people stared displeased
At that pitiful man with Corona.

At my funeral I want everyone to wear yellow.
I dont want to have a single person wearing black.
My whole life has been so dark,
Ive been haunted by that depressing color for too long now.
So just this once, please let me have at least a little light.

My hands still shake constantly,
I usually tend to hide them in my pockets.

i was adopted,
therefore,
my mom didn't
biologically
pass down any traits
to me.
not my eyes,
my hair,
or my smile.
but, you know what
she did give me?
my low self-esteem.