I find it funny To be called a poet When often times I cannot sew together A simple sentence To explain to you The anxiety drilling Holes deep within My bones of which Often feel non-existent.
I find it funny To be called a wife When often times I cannot collect The energy to make A simple dinner Meant for two Or wash and fold The laundry now Two weeks past due.
I find it funny To be called a friend When often times I cannot pick up My phone for Even a simple Message to let you Know I love you Even if it may seem Like I avoid you.
I find it funny To be called funny When often times I am the **** of my Own jokes and they Have no clue that To me, I am stating Simple facts with A hint of laughter To keep from crying.