Not sure yet

Idk where I'm going with this story

But writing is hard when you don't know what to say

Kinda like when your boyfriend of three years tells you he's gay

And someone once told me to stop and smell the roses

Well I did

And found out I'm allergic

I'm colorblind so the sky isn't blue

I guess you could say I have a black and white film point of view

And I'm so covered in pimples

I could be the before picture of an acne ad

My sister got the freckles from my mom

I got the bad skin from my dad

Now a days self hatred is trendy

Depression is cool

So I guess that means I'm the most popular kid

In the school

Shakespeare could write a poem

About my eyes

An ocean hidden behind a shit colored disguise

My whole family has eyes like the sea

Why mine resemble mud

Is a mystery to me

And I could be a comedian

Because I talk so funny

All jumbled like a jigsaw puzzle

And like a nose in the winter

My sentences are runny

My tongue trips over my words and ties itself up in a knot giving me the inability to express even the simplest thought

But I can write just fine

Sure

I'm alright

Although sometimes autocorrect

And I get into fights

My teacher once asked us to write about ourselves

What we like about us

I picked up the pencil and thought to myself

I'm okay at breathing

A little below subpar

We ran a half mile in gym

I didn't get too far

I think about how many bags of fries McDonald's could make

If an employee simply ran their fingers through my hair

People call my sister goldilocks

Boys holler outside our window

Rapunzel let down your hair

And my only gentleman caller in sixteen years turned out to be gay

Totally fair

The bell rings and I stick to the wall like a fly

Praying to god that nobody will see me and say hi

But that isn't likely considering

The only person I text is my mom and dad

Oh and my grandma