I'm well aware of how obnoxious I am
I stopped myself, in fact, the other day and cried out-
"And I, circumstance's victim!"
Because melodrama seems to be what I feed on anyways
Though I should know better-
There are starving kids throughout the world
Those who are truly homeless
Fleets of people with troubles worse than mine
Yet to me this was the pinnacle of what I'd come across
Badness wise
And though I should be back to brilliance
I'm resilient, or at least I pretend to be
And I claim myself optimistic
Though pessimism is more productive for poets
Still I should've left that all in Chicago
I'm safe now
Calm down, self-
You can sing here
I can sing here-
For I have those who will not only listen
But will lift up their voices along with mine
I may still be shivering, but that warmth is wondrous
And I have no reason to fear here
There are scary things, still
But I have no reason to be scared or sad
Love exists here
Love exists here
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