Monday, March 28, 2016

Unfinished, Like Everything But Dessert.

I dance while nobody is watching.
Maybe it's because people tell me my body is all wrong,
But I know my soul's all right.
I keep it hidden a lot,
Though I know I can do better than what the world tells me I'm meant to be.
If I come home and I'm the only one there,
I sing at the top of my lungs,
Dancing with my socks sliding on the tile,
And I make myself some damn lunch.
Though most the time it's dessert.
Frosting,
Potato chips,
I'll work out tomorrow.
You see once upon a time,
I thought God didn't like the look of my face.
Head down in the halls,
Headphones on,
Making sure those "too nice" of people wouldn't call me out.
I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel,
Because I wasn't looking.

2 comments:

  1. "people tell me my body is all wrong,
    But I know my soul's all right."

    "I know I can do better than what the world tells me I'm meant to be."

    This is good.

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  2. "I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel,
    Because I wasn't looking."

    This is an important line.

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