The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl

Can You Not?

Here’s a poem.

It’s not a happy poem.

It’s an angry poem.

But not a hateful poem.

It’s a truthful poem.

But not a deep poem.

But kind of.

If you can find it.

It’s about me.

And all my insecurities.

And how I hide behind my insults.

Seriously...Can you not?

My hair looks horrible.

Can you not?

I feel so fat…

Can you not?

I look so ugly today…

Can you not?!

Nobody likes me.

CAN YOU NOT?!

This is a poem.

It doesn’t rhyme.

It isn’t happy.

It isn’t deep.

And yet, it’s probably the most truthful poem I’ve ever written.

So please…

Hating yourself?

Can you not?