Day 23 of February
1:10 in the afternoon
I should eat something but I'm not hungry
I feast on the meat of the words that presume
to swarm around me like perfume
excuse the misuse of dialect
this isn't abuse
I think I'm just trying to amuse myself in this ruse
rhyming away, what's the use
to create an intro
while diluting what I initially
wanted to portray
so in disarray, let me restart officially
...
February 23rd
another Tuesday, calling it another loser day
hi, I'm the loser
I made that a positive thing
or so I believed, my younger self's philosophy
you see, growing up
we always see the movies and cartoons
all this media where this flawed underdog
a street rat, a listless king
relatable figures, down on their luck
but pure hearted
struggle and fight
yet always get that happy ending
so I wear that label on my sleeve
or well, I once did
I don't really own it this time around
it's negative still in retrospect
It's all I feel
Don't get me wrong, I'm still searching relentlessly for that happy ending
Someone through that golden piece of hay in a needle stack
a golden ticket if you will
so I keep digging and wading my through
pricked to the bone
feeling like a porcupine
with all ticks stuck into my hands
but it should all feel worth it in the end...
it'll all feel worth it in the end...right?
Today, I got the second dose of a vaccine
that's supposed to save my life
from the pandemic swirling the air
but is it really real
I still breathe in oxygen
I know it's real, I've been sick before
but all I see is the world turning
with new accessories
with patterns and silky, silly faces
like it's the next fashion statement
Is this the new definition of wearing your personality
or flaunting your pain
maybe my words are in vain
the side effects going...