Print and Publish
I’m feeling childish today.
I’ve got my pink socks ankle high.
I’m wearing platform boots to add an inch of height.
My belt sparkles when in contact with a ray of light.
I just set up my camera, everyone, watch me shine.
I’d play music and dance in the rain at night.
It’s a beautiful distraction from the lows of life.
I met a girl today, she said hi and smiled.
I’ll remember it when it’s time to sit and cry.
It’s sundown again, and the darkness creeps in.
No rain today, so I put on shades.
Can’t let anyone see the red in my eyes.
The music will carry me through — when I listen, time flies.
I’m not secure enough to open up to people.
I usually wait it out, till the feeling is neutral,
till it’s grey lights and auditory exclusions,
till it’s headaches, numbness, and seclusion.
I can’t remember what a heartbeat feels like.
I can’t remember what I want to feel like.
Once a while, when I’m feeling childish,
I act out emotions, like a ‘print and publish.’
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