Please, play along and pretend to pay attention to my precious and petty poetry.
I think things have been throwing themselves away, through the thickets, and away from me.
I come crawling back home, comforting computer cooing with cool, considerate comrades,
And I wish I wasn’t so wimpy to whine about life and worry while wonders whirl whimsical winds around me, not wise enough to watch.
I’ve been drifting through dreams of driving through the drudgery of a dreadful surrounding of drugs and drama from a dropping, dreary society.
I can’t handle happiness happily when home becomes hate, and hate becomes horrifying, and horror is multiplying while I helplessly hate how here’s heroes have huge egos, and hold my head tightly, hesitantly holding the handle of hysterical doom while handing half a hurt heart to those whose hearts are heavy.
Something seems selfless about my supplying of sympathy to sappy students of a silly life. Sadly, ‘selfless’ is simply a subterfuge of something some like to say I solely am. Sincerely, I am sour and sorrowful, and surely, someone sees my scheme of sloppy scribbles of sayings, since it seems so unsubtle to me.
May many have mercy on me, who has mangled the mere makings of the miraculous mazes of an unmanageable, mangy melancholy of a moderately morbid mind that is mine?
Just judging gently on the name Jordyn, JoJo, she just jokes about general jumbles of jumpy things. When JoJo jets out of gym class, she gets jittery and you josh that she’s joyful.
Finally, friends feel she’s free from feverish feelings as she fronts, “I’m fine” but her friends don’t focus on the fact that she’s fuzzy in her few phrases, but they feel fine knowing she’s no longer fretting of frustrated feelings and filling their full conversations with talk of frowns. Despite the fact that her ‘fine’ is phony, she continues to feel like feelings are forbidden to speak of when with said friends, and she furthers her fooling of friends by faking her feelings to allow them to forget her frowns and follow their own fantastic lives, her flaws spreading freakishly fast like wild fire through her foul mind.
Lovely lies look life in its eyes, and laugh while loners who use them lose their liability and loyalty to a once locked longing of a life without lies or disguise.
Becoming buried by bones of beaten corpses of boasts once made by the bold and brave you. Basically, you bullied your body to bits while big groups of bodies bend over backwards to build you back up before you break yourself once again.
Now, numerous nation, notify that you acknowledge my insanity by raising your hand.