What he couldn't understand
Is that sometimes
I am hard to look at
You will find sad poetry
Written up and down my arms
And I will have lost ten pounds
In all the years
I shouldn't have had to live
What he couldn't understand
Is that some days
I'm just going to shut down
I'm not going to be able to smile
And some days
I will forget when the last time I shaved was
I will forget your birthday
I will forget my mothers phone number
There are some days
When all I want is a bed and a blanket
All I want is to sleep
For an indefinite amount of time
And when he says that I am art
He doesn't G E T
That art isn't supposed to look pretty
It's supposed to make you think
Make you wonder
Make you F E E L something
My job
Is not to look good in a glass case
My job
Is not to sit on your arm as something to look at
I am something to L O O K. A T.
I am more than doodles of planets
And tiny coffee cups
I am forgetting
When the last time I did my laundry was
And it isn't cute
It isn't pretty
I am art
I am artist
I am the blue period
Hidden underneath my best friends smile
I am trying to cover up
Every promise I have ever broken
And to him
It's only gonna matter
If I
L O O K
P R E T T Y
