Sometimes, I wish I had the ability to put all of my inner struggles into words. Rhyming words. Because apparently those are cooler or something.
So here is my attempt:
I am always cold.
I am scared of growing old.
I have rehearsal every day.
Sometimes I wonder if my brain is okay.
I am tired of boys.
They treat us like we're toys.
Where is the end to my suffering?
...this video is currently buffering.
*tears*
Isn't stuff like that just beautiful?
Okay. So maybe this whole thing is just me being facetious.
Okay. Not maybe. Definitely.
I just wanted everyone to know, you don't have to rhyme for people to appreciate your thoughts. In fact, sometimes rhyming just for the sake of rhyming really...well...sucks (um. HELLO. the video is buffering?!?).
The truth is, most everything in that "poem" I just wrote is true. Minus the whole "suffering" bit. I mean, I have issues, but the whole teen angst thing is a little overdone.
So anyway, it was all true. But I wouldn't choose to write it that way. God has gifted me with prose, not poetry, and I wish that some other people would realize the same for themselves.
Poets, I salute you. But I do not intend to be you.
My heart just can't be found in rhymes.
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