I am a
walking exaggeration.
If I find something funny,
it is hilarious,
it is
side-busting, tear-inducing
(even when it's not).
If I think something
is good,
it is the best thing
in the world—
if only for a moment—
and
if I find something
even slightly exciting,
I am bursting with anticipation.
And suddenly!
They will say,
"You're too excited,"
or
"It's not that funny,"
and I feel
less than funny,
or good,
or excited,
but I'll try to smile.
What they don't know,
what I don't tell them,
is that it is so rare
for me
to be genuinely excited,
that the few times
I seem "too excited,"
are the few times
I feel anything
near excitement.
What I don't say,
is that the more time
I spend laughing
at something,
the less time,
I think about dying.
But it's okay,
they don't know,
and I try not to care.
No one else
should ever hold
any power over
my few good moods.
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My Voice
PoezjaPoems meant to express things I can't always bring myself to say, emotions that run so deep in my veins, and thoughts that hang over my head. I hope you can enjoy this, or find something that makes you feel less alone at the very least. Many of thes...
