I feel happy

Like I have the world between my hands

I express myself well enough

But I can't be bothered to complain

 

Some days I feel sad

Like the world is passing me by

I distance myself from everything

And cover my head

 

Days like those come and go

I'll probably never learn to say no

The emotions well up an I feel like an individual

The words just come to me, and I write them all down

 

I think of death very often

I think of all the things that I can change

But will either of those two make a difference?

I think not, but I can always try

 

These four stanzas are all so serious

So let me lighten your hearts with these next words

I am not suicidal or bipolar

There is nothing wrong with me

 

But everytime I seem to say something meaningful

People stare at me

When I'm acting out of the norm

They all think there is something wrong with me

 

They shrug my words off and laugh

It makes me uncomfortable and frustrated

Times like these, I feel creative

Times like these, I write poetry

 

To set my annoyance loose

In front of their faces

And smirk when they have no idea as to what I am refering to

It brings me such joy to see the color drain from their faces