soapbox preachers and jail tattoos.

Sep 09, 2005 18:09

a public life

you want to be omg honest
and it's easy to be
when your honesty can't touch
anyone who's reading

when no one who's reading
has ever seen your face
(even if they didn't know it)

because you want to be funny
but everyone who'd get it
wouldn't think it was funny

and you don't even think it's very funny
yourself
(makes you want to curl up and die, actually

makes you want to crawl into a corner and cry
hunch up your shoulders and stalk through life
and never hope again

because you're a melodramatic ninny)

because you want to be stfu real
and you want to be yourself
or a self you create, anyway.

Bye.

poem

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