5d
when I was losing
my mind
and the walls
crashed into the sky
no one noticed
it was painted
in my eyes
just a whisper
until the storms
came knocking
a quiet, steady
decline
while I was losing
my mind
and no one
noticed
I built a castle
from empty bottles
they said
I was too much
said I was pretending
to be blind
not focused enough
to meet the deadline
to gather clothes
and new obsessions
you’re only as good
as your possessions
bury your truth,
your soft confessions
there’s no such thing
as depression
pay attention
to all the lessons
you’re just prose
with no direction
try harder
to make connections
six months
of a better you
will fix the last
twenty
pick better hobbies
and a real profession
maybe they’ll invite you
to be part of the collection
God knows you need
better company, some
standard corrections
with all the mayhem
and recession
it's so hard to
be special
don’t you watch
the news?
you’re only as good
as the things you buy
buy that red dress
you always wanted
and maybe
just maybe
you’ll be enough
for someone
to notice
