I don’t want to perform love, happiness and grief, its too showtime

Its too cut and paste

Its easier to get started changing things around, to connect

Anger is kept reinforced in its secret hiding place

covered in dandelions and baby’s breath like a coffin

it is crying to be let go of instead of trapped tying my brain in knots

knowing that one day, my strength will run out

for now, I’m internally stingy, realizing now it never really matters how pretty you are

When you are younger everything is Me, Me, Me

Some choose you to pour all of their crazy into

Tainting your capabilities to grow up right

To please themselves and leave so

I don’t want to perform love, happiness and grief, its too showtime

Crying to be let go of instead of trapped, tying my brain in knots