Midnight Thoughts About Myself And Other Things

Midnight

The clock strikes 12,

Signaling its midnight,

This girl short as can be,

Leaves her bed to venture outside her home,

But her stuttering kneecaps,

Clank like silver spoons,

Mom says happy is a decision,

But my happy is as hollow as a pin pricked egg,

My happy is a high fever that will break!

Mom says I am so good at making something out of nothing,

And then straight up asked me if I am afraid of dying,

No!!!

I am afraid of living!!!

Mom I am lonely!!!

I think I learned that when dad left...

How to turn the anger into lonely the lonely into busy.

So when I tell you I've been super busy lately,

I mean to tell you I've been falling asleep on the couch to confront the empty side of bed,

But my Anexity always pulls me back to my bed!!

So yes mom, I may always be trapped, but just remember. That my soul will always be free.