They say

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They say
When life goes to shit
Is when you find gold

But I am sitting here
Sorting through shit
And all I am doing
Is choking on it
And oh fuck
Here comes the fan
Maybe it will blow it all away
Maybe it will just make more of a mess
I guess that's adulthood
I guess that's life

They say
when one door closes
Another one opens
Well here I am
With my hand jammed in one
While holding onto the other
For dear life
Trying to survive

They say
"You have to learn how to dance in the rain"
Here I am
In a monsoon
Freezing cold
With no rain suit
Let's see you dance in 40 mile an hour winds
Let's see you prance on a whim
While you car doesn't start
And you mouth has gone try
Because there is nothing you can say
To get you out of this
All you can do
It sit in it
Or fucking dance, I guess

They say
"Progress not perfection"
What do you do
When "progress"
Is a foreign concept
And you feel exempt
From understanding it
Because you have never had the chance

Because it's easier to relapse

"The long way is easier, but it's longer." (big fish)

Its harder to go past your understanding
And live in the shit
Yes you learn to live with it
But live in it?
Absolutely not
It's gross
It stinks
And
I am too tired

They say
"Your flower will bloom when it is ready"
Here I am
Three weeks past due to bloom in a world that wants me dead
No,
Sorry,
A world that does not care if I live or die
I'll take in the sunlight
But why would I bloom?
In a world that not meant for me to

They say
"Maybe it is this way for a reason"
God I hate this one the most
Yes
There is a reason for this pain
In my lungs
That it will all fall into place
That all the mistakes
Will lead to a masterpiece
That it was all meant to be

He I am
Not meaning to be in the first place
If I get somewhere
It's because I fought to
Not because someone had a plan for me
That like a mother taking credit for a school project because she made you.
"I planned for my little sally to go though hell so she could pass this science project, aren't you proud of me for destroying her?

No
I'm not

I

I don't have a conclusion for this one

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