it's been such a perfect day,
writing songs, and carrying
around a little pink journal
filled with something new,
something i think might
be special and good and
impressive
my mother approves of
my creativity, and i'm told
my drawings are cute, and
my ideas are cool, and i have
some sort of talent within
me, and suddenly the world
is so much more positive
i was told i'm rather
beautiful two times
today, by the important
people, the people i want
so badly to impress
i want to hear
it from them, and
them only, because
it doesn't matter when
the girl with the perfect
teeth says my shoes are
cute and my face is nice
and i'm totally fun-- i know
she only wants a cookie,
i know that when she says
i'm pretty she means that
it worked when i scrubbed
my face really hard in the
shower last night, i know
she'll forget my name
by tomorrow
i want to hear it
from the people
that matter
so today was
a very good day
it's funny because the
day started out so badly,
and the universe decided
to make up for my sudden
revelation by sending
good news in big fat
envelopes around
every corner
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
