I am not crazy or ugly – I’m not even fug-ly
I am neither responsible nor irresponsible
I cannot take the credit or the cake
Since my whole entire world is an EARTHQUAKE
Hardly lets me sleep & I’m always barely awake
Rolling my eyes about everything at stake
And at times I get disgusted from my own expectations
That were great at the time ‘til I see my limitations
If my love is a gift, why can’t I share or give?
Perhaps it’s self-preservation so that I can live!
So saddened by the thought of selfish strife
Judged as self-pity throughout my whole life
When in reality, I’m just too strong
I can’t stay put in the place THEY say I belong
Whether I land or whether I fall
All I can do is laugh while I bawl
And to not go through the embarrassing wait
Of response from others that comes far too late
The excuses are many, but I can’t care
Because I have my own while I’m going nowhere (& tearing out my hair)
That’s why I travel and stay on vacation
This life gets too long for extreme admiration
And so, yet again, I’m a hypocrite
Telling you all that I just never quit
Is it a brick wall, brick or speck of dust?
That we decide in the wake of our lust?!
But as I write to entertain you all
I hear my Mother call and it’s my way to stall…
Hi I'm going Parasailing

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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