Long story short: I posted on this topic on the forums yesterday; got a lot of much-needed support, and I proceeded to give birth to this ridiculous pseudo-poem.
***Some foul language***
There’s this nag, you see, in me, and in others,
With this ridiculous smile always plastered on his face;
My feelings, my thoughts – he smears, and he smothers…
*Sigh*…he’s everywhere, he’s all over the damn place!
“Look here,” he screams, “you don’t have it all that bad!
What a loser you are! You can’t function, you little bitch!
Why are you so miserable? Why are you so sad?
Drama-queen you are…a Prima Donna, little wretch!”
But then I think, “Well, hold on, I’ve got A, B and C…
And uh…D, E and F…hell, the list just keeps growing!
Then I write it all out…and well, it didn’t end at Z.
I guess, the weed in my garden, needs a little mowing.
So now, I tell myself: “Look, you’ve got a lot on your mind.
It’s OK to feel bad. It’s OK to be depressed.
Take a deep breath, and don’t forget to unwind;
And fuck all the others who are less than impressed.”
Edited by concerned_husky (10/30/13 06:11 PM)
Growing up isn't about losing innocence - it's about learning how to keep it in a cold and unforgiving world.