Whispers

F**k you E.D.

I'm not going to

Crawl my way through life.

Life,

Of course,

Being the trail from my

Bathroom to my bed.

And these f*****g voices

Screaming at me

I'm not good enough,

I'm not good enough,

I'm not good enough.

Gripping at my ankles like

An old, decrepit rug.

Yanking at my ribs and hipbones,

Pulling them out

To be viewed by the world.

The amazing walking

Talking

Bag of bones!

But what I am is

More than a bag of 

Anything.

Special K,

Your food tastes like cardboard.

I'm not going to live off

Two

F*****g

Rice cakes a day.

And I will have fries with that,

And no I would not like 

Low-fat anything.

I will not live a 

Low-fat,

Lite,

Low-impact life.

I've got this voice,

And it was once used 

To hurt me.

But it's worth a hell of a lot more than

Petty insults.

I've got this voice,

And it doesn't sing in key,

And sometimes it

St-

St-

Stutters,

And it is often too quiet.

But this voice of mine

Has a lot to say,

And now it needs to be

Heard.

Perhaps I will shout it

Under my fingers,
Along a fretboard.

Perhaps I will 

Whisper it into the ears of my lovers.

Perhaps I will

Write s****y poems that do not rhyme

But say more that way anyway.

Come on skinny love?

No,

None of that s**t.

Come on thick love,

Come on dense love,

Come on big and bold love.

Come on life.

Author's Note

So yeah

Reviews

[zainul]

Amazing write.
This line is my favorite:
Write s****y poems that do not rhyme

[toothpaste]

you are amazing.

[Liz]

No you.