We made it
Became quite the writer
And the artist over all
We really did aspire
Are you happy younger me?
Child in my heart
Are you happy?

We hold everything a great artist always does
We have depression of manic sorts
Anger beyond comprehensible words
Self hatred that runs free
We splurge it into pictures and notes
Then let them rip and tear
We throw them all away

We didn't cut off our ear but we gouged our soul out
And ate
It's bloody pulp

We really made it
Are you happy
You got the fate you kind of wished for
Worthy of a book
Worthy of a motion picture
Based on true events
And never the less
Although we are an emotional mess

We made it
Isnt it funny
Our dreams
Were nightmares and we didn't even know it
© Jada E. Clark