i write all day like an adult,
i am learned and i use big words
and i know how to accurately craft
a metaphor about pain and harm.
but at the end of the day
i return to childlike phrases,
“it’s not fair,” and i feel more
of a release from that than
a composition notebook
filled from cover to cover
with a million different ways
of saying that i still,
despite everything,
am not happy.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
i write all day like an adult,
i am learned and i use big words
and i know how to accurately craft
a metaphor about pain and harm.
but at the end of the day
i return to childlike phrases,
“it’s not fair,” and i feel more
of a release from that than
a composition notebook
filled from cover to cover
with a million different ways
of saying that i still,
despite everything,
am not happy.
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