The alarm sounds. I drag my half limp body out of my stationary cloud—dreading the trek to my bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth and try to manage my hair. Everyday is the same thing, like a song stuck on repeat; no matter how many times I attempt to change it, the annoying tune buries itself deeper with each passing moment. I wake up hoping today will be the day when the ice cracks but every night I go to sleep incased in frozen walls. The alarm sounds. I drag my half limp body out of my stationary cloud—dreading the trek to my bathroom.
It’s funny how you say you’re not looking for anything serious…
I figured you were like that. What do you think I am: Delirious?!
Yet you get upset when I’m close with another man…
I’m getting mixed signals, won’t you help me understand?
But of course, now you ignore me-
in fear of me being too clingy.
If only you knew how little I cared…
then maybe you wouldn’t be running away scared.
Forget it and forget you, I’m done wasting my time.
And on you I’m never going to waste another rhyme.
What will I do?
Where will I go?
Who will I become?
Why do I have so many questions?
Why must I always seek answers?
Will there ever be a day where I won’t have to worry?
Will there ever be a day where I can say “I am truly happy?”
With that I only have one question left…
Will that day come before or after death?
I can’t believe you…
you’re nothing like I thought you were.
You’re just like the rest—
though you preach a different story.
I’m appalled by your hypocrisy.
It’s funny how I thought you were different.
I guess I can’t always be right.
I’m disappointed, but I know…
I’ll be better off on my own.
It’s like a flower afraid to bloom,
It’s like a snapping dog.
It’s like a sunburn in June,
It’s like a dense fog.
It’s like a giant oak that’s not strong,
It’s like a thorn on a rose.
It’s like winter all year long,
It’s like a kink in a hose.
It’s like a concrete tower,
It’s like a shoe with no laces.
It’s like a cold shower,
It’s like a sentence with no spaces.
It’s like an angry letter,
It’s like a frozen stream.
It’s like a song that could sound better,
It’s like another interrupted dream.
Ask me who I am and I’ll tell you.
I am a fighter.
I don’t throw punches—unless I have to.
Life pushes me around, but I just hold on tighter.
There will always be ups and downs,
you can’t please everyone.
When my smiles turn to frowns,
I fight my way back into the sun.
I don’t care what others think of me;
spreading rumors with their friends over tea.
I don’t care if my best friend is a lighter,
I am what I am—and that’s a fighter.