I sit in confusion.
What do you want me to say?
Do you want me to sit and tell you my life story?
Or just the important parts that make me who I am?
Possibly you're asking me questions to dig into my life
so you can find something to relate to so that you can speak.
Are you really interested in why I'm so depressed?
Or is it a gossip game to you? Maybe your curiousity just takes over.
What do you want me to do?
Do you want me to get up and dance for your entertainment?
To smile and sing a song I don't know?
Let me put on this mask,
it will conceal what I really feel.
I will tell you this
if you promise to lie,
My head plays tricks
and my heart forgets to tick.
Everything begins to spin
and I'm down before I know it again.
You wouldn't guess it if you saw me today,
but I'm secretly refusing therapy.
I will deal with everything
like I always have,
like the way I always do.
I will cling
I will cry
I will whimper
I won't have style.
If you pretend to care,
I might leak a prophecy.
If I lose my mind,
you might find the pieces.
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I'm a 23 year old with a strange sense of humor and passion about animals. Often times my name and the word "weird" are interlinked - not as suspicious, but more addlepated or curious. I love the smell of old books and only gave in to owning a Kindle because of its advantage to having several books in hand at one time. I used to spill artwork from my fingertips, but lately with Death, Debt, and Unexpected Life Struggles words and pictures start to only frustrate and hurt me more. I believe my place is either at a desk in a classroom or in the field of learning, and was one of the only kids who hated missing days at school. I'm pursuing my education level at a slow pace for a self-payer, but I thoroughly believe one day my writing will take me where I want to go. I don't expect to become a novelist, poet or journalist - but I do strongly acknowledge my continuing experience with the English language (and some German) is my calling in some field out there somewhere. Now I just have to keep writing [life works are like a map in progress] and I'll eventually find where that place is that I want to be. Im considering Biology, Zoology, and Veterinarian.
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