Swell

i'll admit it. 

 

sometimes

it's hard to make

me happy. 

 

when my brain is

working so hard

to keep my spirits down

pumping chemicals i

know shouldn't be there

straight to my brain. 

 

i'm 

depressed, 

 

but even so,

there are things

that put me at ease. 

 

Homemade pickles and cartoons and

Books and waking up long before noon and

Those good long cries when i finish a book that i think's rad and

Those seldom sweet good days when i visit the sea with my dad And 

 

I Love The Way My Heart Beats When I Get Off A Stage After A Good Performance And

Even Though I Feel Like A Disapointment Sometimes, My Friends Tell Me My Importance And

There Are Days When It's Really Really Hard To Get Out Of Bed, But I Always Find It Within Me AND

Life Can Get Really Hard Sometimes, But The World Still Manages To Be Full To The Brim With So Much Beauty And

 

WHEN THE SUNSHINE SHINES THROUGH MY BRIGHT RED CURTAINS AFTER I'VE STAYED UP ALL NIGHT AND

I KNOW THE WORLD IS SO ALIVE AND AMAZING AND FANTASTIC AND GOOD AND WONDERFUL AND BRIGHT AND

IT MAKES ME FEEL SO TINY BUT IT NEVER EVER MAKES THINK FOR A SECOND THAT I'M EVEN SLIGHTLY INSIGNIFIANT AND

IT EMPOWERS ME AND MAKES ME WONDER WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF AND TELLS ME TO STRIVE FOR SUCH MAGNIFICENT AND 

 

it keeps me alive. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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