Once he had laughter but he cut it into pieces
Thinking more always meant better
Kept it in the rain, never saw a bit of day
But expects for it to shine any weather
Say you wanna love it, then you tweak it and cut it
Chain it down when it’s only a feather
Label it “together”, when it’s just another tether
But you’re married to that irony
Shine it up like diamonds, flash your pearls to the dying
But I know you’re living in agony
I know I could be smiling, I should laugh instead of sighing
But this world gives me anxiety
Doctors all prescribing, pills which are never satisfying
Still they got their tiny hooks over me
My family will look, my friends will even root
Just to see this time how I will perform
They tried to teach me form, but I am against the norm
I’ve been in walls that shrink ’til you conform
You can build a boat to travel through my storm
But if you’re going to love my flower, you gotta love my thorn
© Delia Ross. 2019
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