Bandaid

I put on a bandaid,

knowing it won’t be enough

to stop the bleeding.

But I tell myself

it’s only temporary.

It just has to last long enough

for me to find something better.

Surely there’s some glaze somewhere

at the back of the cabinet,

just waiting for me to find it.

Except, I forget to keep looking

for something more durable

until I realize the bandaid is gone.

So I put on another one.

and another one.

and another one.

And now the box is empty.

What do I do now?

Is it Because?

Why aren’t I enough?

Is it because my elbows are too dry

or because my fingers are too short?

Is it the minor scar above my right eye

or because my acne rivals a high schooler?

Is because little toe is double-jointed?

or because my feet are as cracked as fresh brownies?

Is it because of the minor overbite

or that my lips chap no matter how often I reapply?

Is it that my belly button is an innie?

or that the rest of my belly is an outie?

Is it because I forgot to shave the back of my knees

or because I’m too insecure to get a wax?

Is it because I have the dreaded cankles

or because I dare to wear shorts in public?

Is it because I have stretch marks

or is it because my tan marks reflect my confidence that day?

Is it because my boobs might actually be too big

or because they get in the way when I hug?

Is It because I took the time to make al list

or because I’m still not good enough?

Fork in the Road

Sometimes when you are at

a fork in the road of life,

you choose the wrong path.

Of course at the time,

you don’t know this

(Or maybe you do,

I’m not one to judge).

It’s usually much later

when its way too late to go back

and you’ve done irreversible damage

that you stop and think

“Well shit. I’ve really done it now.”

Sometimes you get fortunate

and can tread you own, new path

to avoid the problems

that you almost walked into.

However, you can’t expect a


“T” intersection to appear

and magically take you back

to what could have once been.

Sometimes you have to accept

that your life has changed

and you can’t have your dreams.

You have to make new ones.

And yeah….it fucking sucks.

Music in a Storm

Life is trying to listen to music

to drown out feelings

in the middle of the thunderstorm.

AS the storm gets closer and louder

you turn up the music

to try and drown it out.

It isn’t necessarily safe

and may make you feel better,

for the time being.

But in the end, you know,

the storm will end and so will the song.

so where does that leave you?

A Battle in the Mirror

I am kinder than most. Lots of people are kind, You are not special.

I am Positive.

yeah. Positively worthless.

I am optimistic.

Why? What’s good in your life?

I am supportive.

You can help everyone but yourself. Ironic.

I am compassionate.

Too bad no one wants you to love them

I am caring.

Nobody needs you to care about them.

I am helpful.

Not really. You just mess things up.

I am friendly.

Too friendly. No one wants you around.

I am different.

Is that supposed to be a good thing.

I am independent.

That’s the same thing as lonely right?

I am trying?

Why bother? Just give up.It’ll never be enough.

Me Vs. You

I look at you and I see everything.

A beginning, a middle;

something that I don’t want to end.

I look at you and I see a future;

that dreams and goals can be attained;

a life worth living.

I look at you and I see joy.

A heart that keeps on giving,

a smile that fills my soul with light.

I look at you and I see hope,

desire, ambition, friendship,

amongst other reasons to keep going.

I look at you you and I see a reason-

A reason to want to experience

everything wonderful life could offer.

I look at you and I see potential;

Maybe, just maybe, a dark world

could be filled with joys I can barely dream of now.

I look at you and I see a path

through the struggles and obstacles

that could lead me into redemption.

You look at me and you see me.

Nothing could ever break my heart more

than knowing I am not those things for you.