"Why do you cry?" the angel asked
"You no longer sing or dance like before...
**Attention**
-I know this poem may be pretty long but it is...
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
I seek the noise, the light the touch
I seek the company, but not too much...
I smoke to keep my calm,
the nicotine and caffeine share...
I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...
The dread creeps into consciousness
sparked by failure to remember...
We spend our lives, fitting in
Don’t be too fat, don’t be too thin...
“You don’t deserve to die”.
I repeat the words in my head over and over again...
I have a half eaten bag of peanut butter m&ms...
They’ve been there for three days...
Faded wallpaper
the floors are squeaking...
when
I was born into the world...