I can't seem to think of what to write.
I think and think,
But nothing comes to mind.
It's as if I load up a website,
And in big red letters,
Flashing and bright,
It says,
BLOCKED.

For your information
I deserve happiness at times

Enough of you
I'm getting bored

Give me a break

To dissolve into the night sky
and to never be seen again

I want to say "I'm sad"
In thirty-three different languages—
Whichever you prefer,
So long as you'd get what my message is.

They asked me to chase the "light" once again,
And I hope they meant "lightnings"
Because I've been wandering around outside
In hopes of getting struck by one.

In between my internal monologues
Are bottomless pits awaiting my next mistake.
And behind my play-pretends
Are quicksands awaiting my heart to ache.

I have been blaming my own reflection.

I guess you can't wish for “a happily ever after"
When you were born to be a monster.
And I guess you need not to be kind
When you are meant to be out of your mind.

Even so, send in the clowns.