Small

I wish that I could write more than just things that make you sad

They say that art comes from pain. 

Guess I've got a lot of that. 

A near rhyme just then, but not quite. I should step up my game. 

I've gone quite out of tune with just one person here to blame.

Just one?      Perhaps more...     It's hard to be sure. 

All these people in my head are the furthest thing from pure. 

A poem, exactly what I do not need 

to take my crop of crazy and try to sow the seed. 

Perhaps I'll tell my story, It's a tragic one at best. 

A privileged white girl who wanted for none and somehow got depressed. 

Don't tell me that I'm faking because I probably am. 

It's crossed my mind much more than yours. 

Happiness isn't a thing you can put on a list and then go buy at the store. 

I don't want your sighs or sarcastic harumphs. They won't do any good. 

I just wish my head and heart would think and beat as they should. 

I don't need your grief or tears. No, they won't do at all. 

I just wish the world would stop

making 

me 

feel 

so 

small. 

Author's Note

I know the rhythm, meter, and rhyme is all over the place. The original was written backwards so cut me some slack.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

oh wow, I love the rhyme scheme and subject matter here, so very nicely expressed

[Stardust]

Beautifuly written and once you reach the end, you'd like to read it all over again. Also.. so relatable to me. good job!