Of course the day after I promise to post everyday my family practically blows up. Trying to hold it together. I didn’t get the chance to take a breather let alone write, but here’s an old, silly poem I wrote awhile ago because I don’t want to give up. I’m worried, and honestly scared, but I will not let that control me. We will be okay.
Trying to sway my hands in a way that somehow seems melodic.
You watch me enchanted as I utter condolences to that iguana who died last week.
I know he thinks I’m fancy but really I’m ok.
Because that iguana didn’t care if his tail was on fire, he barely felt a thing.
So why do you expect me to keep on singing when I’m just like that stupid iguana.
Spinning in circles amazed at the flames burning me alive.
I wanted to add that I thought I was pretty edgy back then, but honestly I can’t say I wouldn’t write something similar today and also think it was extremely edgy, so. What can you doooo.