Visible |
Imprisoned |
She said I was fake
My eyelash extensions, My bleached white hair, My bright red lips, All fake She said I wasn't fooling anyone That people knew it wasn't natural That people don't like phony girls That people would never know the genuine me Who was I fooling? She said I was all lies I wasn't an authentic person I wasn't showing who I really was I wasn't being who she thought I should be Just lies But little does my mother know This is no lie This is what makes me me This is who I want to be Little does she know I am not fake My eyelash extensions, My bleached white hair, My bright red lips, I am all real |
I thought everyone had one,
A wild creature trapped in their ribcage. Something that ate at their heart And scratched on their brains. I thought everyone felt this dull ache Where the animal had seized their soul And replaced joy with pain, Making nothing ever feel the same. I thought every one was like me. But the truth came hard and suddenly. I guess most people have birds, Beautiful, free, with spreading wings. I thought everyone had this terrible beast. This thing they call anxiety. I had been wrong all this time And the monster still eats away at me. |
Retreat |
Nightmares |
They greet me at the door
The barks hitting you hard, Then the smell of pine sol Strong and overpowering, It’s not what I would expect. The frantic bodies bob behind the desk And a quick look over the wall brings a smile. The regulars welcome me to play, Annie the jovial Malamute, Luna the pensive Pyrenees, Lucy the dramatic Husky, Hurley the paranoid Pointer, Zach the docile Labrador, And don’t forget Snoopy, The stunted snappy Pittie. They speak in unison Asking you to join them Urging me through the gate They know I understand As each one greets me with a slobbery kiss. These are my kids, students, friends With their stinky breath and wet noses, Their thick fur running through my fingers, I return again and again To the chorus of loud noises To all the coarse tongues. They beckon to me I am one of them. Woof. |
When I haven’t had enough sleep
I start to question what is real So teach me how to count the sheep My brain decides to take a leap Questioning how I can even feel When I haven’t had enough sleep My head is spinning without a peep I decide it’s time to make a deal So teach me how to count the sheep The alarm clock begins to beep While closing my eyes against my will When I haven’t had enough sleep The road to sanity is just too steep The truth is beginning to break and peel So teach me how to count the sheep It’s the night I will always keep One forever going and never still When I haven’t had enough sleep So teach me how to count the sheep |
11:59 PM
I am a procrastinator
Not by choice
But by birth
Trust me
It’s not an easy life
It’s part relaxing
With not a care in the world
And then it hits you
The night before
It’s due tomorrow
Panic sets in
There’s a wild look in my eye
I’m like a tiger
Let loose
Running from here
To there
And back again
My fingers never move faster
I do this every time
Why?
Blame it on my genes
I think
Because I wish I wasn’t
A procrastinator
Not by choice
But by birth
Trust me
It’s not an easy life
It’s part relaxing
With not a care in the world
And then it hits you
The night before
It’s due tomorrow
Panic sets in
There’s a wild look in my eye
I’m like a tiger
Let loose
Running from here
To there
And back again
My fingers never move faster
I do this every time
Why?
Blame it on my genes
I think
Because I wish I wasn’t
A procrastinator