written on Tuesday, August 31, 2021 at 11:34 by J. Cooper
Well, I like to write a lot.
Poems. stories. Sometimes I do songs.
I just like to put words on paper,
Paper words on keyboards.
Because when I write the words trapped in my head
It's like I can think clearly for once.
My brain- my thoughts are always going.
Running, flying, soaring.
RACING
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But I try.
I write the things on my mind,
I clear my head for a few minutes,
Enjoy being allowed to think about what I want.
It's worse when I forget my medicine-
Nothing bad, just ADD/ADHD pills-
Because when my thoughts are loose
They make lightning look slow.
And sometimes they tell me things, like
"Nobody cares about you,'
And I know it's not true,
But goddammit I wish they weren't so convincing.
They tell me I'm too skinny,
Cuz a girl at school once said I had the body most girls wanted-
Oh, I wasn't supposed to reveal that-
But now I hate being skinny
And I can't get fat
Because the pills make me less hungry,
And I barely eat, even without them.
So I always look small
And easy to push around.
But I'm not.
I'm not, okay?
I'm...
I'm not...
im not okay.
