I am broken
Unsure how to run correctly.
And in the words of Forrest Gump,
"That's all I have to say about that."

I am here to describe something.
I know jealousy.
I feel it in my heart.
When I see a painting,
When I see a sketch,
When I see a pattern,
When I hear a song.
Others have found their medium.
I am still searching.
And wanting...
Wanting and wanting and wanting.
I know jealousy.
I look at my art...
And it isn't good enough for me.

In your mind, you believe you are like artists you listen to.
Like their deep, meaningful lyrics relate to you.
In your mind, you think yourself to be clever.
Your little sayings and sarcasms so devious.
In your mind, you believe that you are a hipster.
Ironically saying yolo and swag.
In your mind, you think that you have inside jokes.
I tend to think that they are just with yourself.
Maybe that's just it.
It's all in your mind.

I am not perfect
I love, I hate
I help, I cry
And now
I
Feel
Nothing

It's been one of those days
Where I could know pretty things
But in the end it doesn't matter
Pretty things can't fix me
It's been one of those days
Where I need more
More than just a promise
He is light, goodness, love,
But it's been one of those days
I know those pretty things
But it's been one of those days
When it can't make me feel better
One of those days
When I need some proof
When I need some love
When I need for it all to be over
When I need to cry
When I want to die