Ranting, Raging, and General Fangirliness [FIRST OF MANY BOOKS] {COMPLETED}

Poem I guess?

It
Is a
Simple matter,
to find the love of one's life.
You search and search relentlessly
and only find woe and strife.
so thus, we can find,
it's not simple at all,
in fact, we decree,
its so difficult we envy those who manage it.
But
In fact
that we can't find them
makes it that much sweeter
when we finally do.
But I am still searching
hoping
learning
thinking to myself;
what if I don't find them in time?
what if they're gone by the time we meet?
So I cry to myself
and I say to myself
Don't think these things,
they crush you
they hurt you
they silently
kill you
inside.
So I smile
I crack a joke
I try to forget
that I'm forever alone.
I think to myself
Don't give up yet-
wait until you're done
the Fates still have a story to write for you.
So you better hope it's a good one.
And deep inside
I know this
and it makes
me feel like
Yes,
I can wait.
I can remember
that it's all okay.
I can sleep at night and dream of a better tomorow
and I will smile up at the stars and say
"Bob says hello, and so do I."
Because Zoe is who I ask
to guide me when I'm sad
and she does
she helps
she
makes
me
feel
like
I
can
do
Anything.
So No, I'm not going to cry.
Not now
not yet.
I'll wait until it's okay to cry
because nobody cries because they're weak.
They cry because they've been strong
and have remained so
for far too long.
I will remember plenty of these things
when I'm feeling down
And I'll read this poem and think;
Apollo would be proud.
I write this with ease
Though it may not be pretty
It still lifts my spirits
to the sun
to the stars
to Olympus
and beyond.
I have problems, yes
but I say to myself
This is nowhere close to the problems
that a demigod has
and be glad
that you don't have to carry a sword around
when you go outside
and be happy that you have the potential
to live past the age of 40
without going into hiding
and then I think to myself
when I have my first child
I hope it will be a daughter
so I may name her Bianca
in her memory
and maybe my daughter
will grow up to be
a great hero,
like her namesake.
And if I have a son,
Give Bianca a little brother,
I will name him Nico
because I can't not do that.
But if I marry someone
by the surname of Jackson
I will name my daughter Sally
and hope I don't die in a plane crash.
But the future is unwritten,
so who knows where I will be.
I just hope that I am there,
still happy,
and still 100 percent me.
I don't want to change,
I like who I am,
and you should too.
Everybody should love themselves,
and not care
if they're being judged
or mocked
or bullied
because they only do that
because they have other things on their minds
so just cancel your subscription if you're through
with all their problems and issues
and decide to be a penguin instead of
whatever silly animal they think you are
because penguins are awesome
and seagulls are generally
unpleasant creatures
don't be a seagull
be a beautiful penguin
or if you're good enough
be a llamacorn
llamacorns are the most magical
and sweetest
and they fart rainbows
and who doesn't
want to fart rainbows
and sparkles
so when the bullies
are hating on you
just pull the whistle
and make a glittery sparkly
toot toot
and hope they get a whiff as you walk out of the room
sashaying those sweet hips of yours and
maybe even
an awesome hair flip of total
indifference
because you're awesome that way
and nobody can say otherwise
for fear of the ultimate
llamacorn
toot toot of
death.

*takes a bow*
Ok, I guess that's good. Hits all the bases, don't it?
I call it "Remembering Your Priorities"
Nice title, huh?
I think I'll write another one.
Bye, my awesome llamacorn penguins!
*poof!*