take it from me;
trying to be
won't make you so.
you can practice for years,
the clothes, the face,
the talk, the walk,
but the pieces will eventually jump
out of the space you're trying to fill
until you stop and figure out
who you are without the name.
then
when you and the world are on the same page,
the thing you wanted may find you
or it may stay far away,
because it isn't what you need.
but either way,
nothing will jump from you
instead, they'll crawl toward you.
that is the only way.
and it comes with irony
and perhaps a laugh at the joke
when you become what you wanted with ease
by not trying to be a single thing.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
