Friday, October 24, 2014

Favorite Fridays



I am always stuck right in the middle;
In between the talent and talentless;
Candid and very much noncommittal;
Relaxed, at peace, and terribly distressed.

I love who I am and treat her badly;
She has great cheekbones and a double chin;
Distaste for the world but loves it madly;
A sad, sentient soul inside thick skin.

I’ve been told I am smart, but I’m failing
To be enough for any one person;
I’m a healthy young girl, but I’m ailing
And I’m not sure yet if it will worsen.

I keep having thoughts; they say I’m addicted

To a dream of myself, in a life less afflicted.

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