Words
can't hurt me
(especially the ones
starting with a C)
though I have a hypothesis –
I become what other people
already consider me to be
and I still can't tell apart
being crazy and just having a bad night
I'm not cold, I'm just emotionally inept
– *insert ghosts from my past creeping out
from under my bed* –
and for God's sake
stop calling me a wreck
–*insert overused metaphor
about the Titanic
and the inevitability of death*–
self-centered does make sense
– *insert weak apology
or just count the I's and me's and my's* –
but if you call me crazy
it all comes down
to the oldest question of all time –
*am I mad
or am I just wasting this life?*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Words
can't hurt me
(especially the ones
starting with a C)
though I have a hypothesis –
I become what other people
already consider me to be
and I still can't tell apart
being crazy and just having a bad night
I'm not cold, I'm just emotionally inept
– *insert ghosts from my past creeping out
from under my bed* –
and for God's sake
stop calling me a wreck
–*insert overused metaphor
about the Titanic
and the inevitability of death*–
self-centered does make sense
– *insert weak apology
or just count the I's and me's and my's* –
but if you call me crazy
it all comes down
to the oldest question of all time –
*am I mad
or am I just wasting this life?*
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