Moss grows and gets frozen over
And I grow and slowly die
From the moment I was born
I don’t think this is very
Healthy of a viewpoint
But I don’t want to judge myself
Silvia Plath was depressed
I am just a little sad
A few moments of every day
I think of myself as creative
But I don’t consider myself
Anyone of significance
I can only complain
I can’t express the good
Things I see every day
Just because you call yourself
A poet, doesn’t mean
It’s true, you have to make money
I can have moments of brilliance
Sparked by nothingness
But really what is the point
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Moss grows and gets frozen over
And I grow and slowly die
From the moment I was born
I don’t think this is very
Healthy of a viewpoint
But I don’t want to judge myself
Silvia Plath was depressed
I am just a little sad
A few moments of every day
I think of myself as creative
But I don’t consider myself
Anyone of significance
I can only complain
I can’t express the good
Things I see every day
Just because you call yourself
A poet, doesn’t mean
It’s true, you have to make money
I can have moments of brilliance
Sparked by nothingness
But really what is the point