Don't call me a fool
just because I don't fit your bill.
I am made of mistakes
and ugly laughter.
I am a before,
a right now,
and a happy little after.
I am gritted teeth
and burnt roast beef
and tired eyes
and skinny lies
and bloated bellies
and tiny tellies.
I am shattered hearts
and missing parts
and miniskirts
and false new starts.
I am that one channel
your parents don't let you watch,
or a giant, messy void
called a black ink splotch.
I am peer pressure,
irresponsibility,
and midnight crises
pushed into a fleshbag
to walk around the world.
Don't control my life
just because you can't control
your own.
I have my own place in this world-
-a place called the throne.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
Don't call me a fool
just because I don't fit your bill.
I am made of mistakes
and ugly laughter.
I am a before,
a right now,
and a happy little after.
I am gritted teeth
and burnt roast beef
and tired eyes
and skinny lies
and bloated bellies
and tiny tellies.
I am shattered hearts
and missing parts
and miniskirts
and false new starts.
I am that one channel
your parents don't let you watch,
or a giant, messy void
called a black ink splotch.
I am peer pressure,
irresponsibility,
and midnight crises
pushed into a fleshbag
to walk around the world.
Don't control my life
just because you can't control
your own.
I have my own place in this world-
-a place called the throne.
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