Writing

Rip Me

I've tried to wake up and 5am every morning
missing out those precious
stress relieving moments
drifting through my unconciousnesss
To make up for lost hours
that I filled so intentionally
with internal pain
and hatred.

And I spend all my time filling the world with
more rambling poetry that just
jumps from one angst to another
just to myself prove that I can
feel.
So happy that I tried this time.

Hairspray doesn't work
or seramic straighteners
but I'm still somehow glad
I'm not Judy Garland.

I've been watching one of those
top one hundred things voted by
YOU THE VIEWER
she was dancing in her red shoes
and I wished I could
stop wishing and start
being.

I promised you I'd stop being so
emotional every day blame it on the
hormones like always
just because I'm thirteen and
very much NOT mentally unstable.
It's two days after christmas and I can't
press x because it's on the right
nevermind.

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