Grew Up With Awesome Parents

Your face was red and blue…hope you feel good again When I saw you, you obviously, abruptly coughed I couldn’t help, but remember that…I’m feeling 7 out of 10 When I saw you smile, I knew you would've laughed I got stimulated… Sorry, mom… I wish you well in all you do You’re still beautiful and a hard worker - yes, I believe in you and that’s entirely true Couldn’t sleep, Couldn’t yelp About hours later I don’t recall my dreams…the lights in your eye, those graceful gleamz I was born scatterbrained – the sun and rain fascinates me and they seem to go down the nature-trapped drain My hopes and fears get fired up and devoured by the seams it seems I was born a human, not a robot or clone of belovedless hatred and disdain I am like a mere salesman without his daily paper The news gets me all mad and agitated as ever Please don’t get mad at me – I internally grieve and externally happy …it’s a manic, so get over it and don’t say “whateverrr” I need really genuine help right now, So I ate way more edible kelp at nighttime. Blame it on my bipolar disorder; anyhow, Like, wow – you taught me how to raise a brow When I needed something more vigorously vital than you focused on your laughter sport… I needed affection, not rejection and conventions of any sort…I don’t want to go through court I got euphoria and I didn’t know it till now I grew fond of your rainbow aura somehow I was stimulated, but getting on the emboldened ball By the spell-binding, yet neat simulation of life in general I can sleep I will not act like a creep I will not silently weep My poetry can get too deep…but we can absolutely sleep - almost always - simultaneously I will not silently weep I will try to not make a peep I lost my sanity as it is…but don’t feel sorry for me, my sugar, somewhat sour baby The river is steep and you made a leap…I’m jealous, but I won’t act like a creep of some sort…graciously and gloriously – God has been singing His truth in my brain benevolently and kindheartedly I am an all alone sheep without his rather bothersome, yet humblesome and handsome shepherd…I can relate to a bum, unlike some I am negatively nostalgic nonchalantly, Yet I feel hollow and nervous frankly I wave goodbye to my stimulated self I will say hello to euphoria and keep her to myself The passions I feel and see are mostly, positivity precariousness All because I am a night owl and a mischievous, marvelous angel Yeah right…you don’t know how to convince me – hell no, I am not a devil Unless someone asks me to share…I wouldn’t care By all means, I will share the feelings and healing laughter of faithful, euphoric, flourishing flair I am not trying to scare you like a pre-teen that has far too many nightmares…I have a phobia of ghe mama bear (aha, that’s hilarious) I’m conserving and considering God's feelings of my bas habits Happily, I sang and wrote songs just for the hellavit while wearing my version of the Ritz I need a breeze of fresh air At ease sorta, but at least I’m not in despair I would rather be extremely high Then be low, a low I can’t deny I got unexpected, unpredictable euphoria Thank you kindly, dad He is rad and the second best father aside from the Lord