Nonsense that makes sense.

Painstakingly easy,
Roman Rules the evening,
sour patch kids and red vines on Fridays.
Treats for everyone.


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I usually take a bit of nonsense and toss it up in the air when I'm feeling creatively empty.
It isn't fair that my words don't make sense when I scratch them so hard to make them become so.
They don't want to budge off of their recliners and turn the channel.
The Price is Right makes good conversation.

I'm thirsty for appreciation but I don't want to ask for a drink of water.
My cat purrs on my lap but he wants a treat.
Never say no to kitty.

The mirror laughs at me when I smile.
A 12-year-old 20-year-old without self.
Feeling heavy, heavy, hard.
Clump, clump, clump, loud feet.
Wobbly jelly can't go away.

Oh the headache.

Beautiful

I'm doing the best with what I have,
but sometimes I wonder if it's enough.

I get up every morning and hate how I feel,
but I know that there's always tomorrow to make it better.
I'm behind in school but I work hard, so I can't do the math on that one.
People probably don't realize the struggles I have with myself,
but that's all okay with me,
I don't tend to make it known anyways,
I don't tend to talk about myself because there's not really a point.
I try to be as happy as possible,
God made me the way I am,
I should accept the way I am.
It's hard to remember how I used to feel about myself,
that I'm capable of being happy with myself,
but I can't get back to that feeling.
Instead I start crying out of nowhere and D.J. makes a face,
but he holds me and consoles me anyway.
He thinks I'm beautiful, which is all I could ask for.
I guess I could ask for more.

Well

I'm just not doing very well.