At the end of the day, the smile must go
Because I'm not really five,
And the butterflies are only paper,
And bunnies can't fix everything,
And I am really not five. Sadly.
You say I'm five when I laugh
At something completely unentertaining,
And it makes me happy
Because I want to feel innocent,
And you seem to enjoy it,
And I guess that was nice,
So I'll smile a bit too much
And laugh a bit longer
Even on those rare occasions I can stop
Because you like me that way,
You all like me that way...
When you think I'm happiest,
And maybe I might be,
And maybe I will be
Because you don't worry about me
Or at least you don't feel you have to,
Just for those few moments,
And I want you free of me,
So I'll lose myself in giggles
Over paper butterfly flurries
And soft stuffed bunny ears,
Forcing myself to be happy,
Even if it means losing my mind
Because maybe just maybe I'll feel happy,
And at least you'll believe me,
And maybe that's enough.
I'll spend my whole life this way,
Chasing after illusions of innocence
In the hopes one day I'll find myself,
But I probably never will
Because I find I'm running away,
Denying everything I know
To chase butterflies and bunnies,
Butterflies and bunnies...
Oh butterflies and bunnies, I can't love you,
Not as much as I say...
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
