my life consists of doing the dishes
and getting yelled at when they're out of place
I love people too easily
but hate everyone at the same time
once I told a boy I loved him
(he said it back a week later)
and that is the same boy
I talk to at 2 a.m
because he doesn't see the world the same way I do
and I might have deeper feelings for this boy
but I'm afraid to admit it because I might just hurt him in the end
just like the last boy did to me.
you see
my life consists of ups and downs
and it seems that the downs are more common
just like in my school
how the number of people who don't like me
is more common than the number who do
and I miss the way it felt
to have friends who love you
and not understand the meaning of hate
but my life consists of thoughts
too many to count
and when I told my best friend these thoughts
she suggested I see a therapist
because she couldn't answer all of my questions about this corrupt world
so as I walk my dog
and think how I could just keep walking
and never go back to school
and never hear my mom scream
and never have to feel this sadness
that doesn't seem to leave
well I think that would be a long walk
and my legs are much too tired