everything will be okay!
-Words I Tell Myself
Every Morning
It feels weird to say that
I may now need to call
myself a Poet, because
I didn't find the poems,
the poems found me.
Without really knowing it,
I stepped into the shoes of a
writer.
was envious, because she
realized that if she never
left her parents house, she
would've had the resources
and time to go after her dreams.
I donated my brain to Science.
Halfway through the procedure
I felt the drill.
Don't pity me because it seems
like I'm going through a hard time,
pity yourself because you're not yet
comfortable enough to bring your
own issues forward.
I need motivation.
I need it so bad like
a heroine addict needs crack,
and I wonder everyday
why I don't have it.
Today I saw a hat that
had the word Titties on it.
I had to have it.
There is a pressure.
It comes from all sides.
All this talk to conform
and you only want me to
because people won't stop
talking about the shame.
"What shame?"
One of the reasons I
need to be free is
because I'm too messed
up to conform.