Ho Hum.

I think I should plan out what Im going to write in here before I actually write. I honestly sat here for five minutes looking at the screen deciding what I wanted to write. Is that bad? I think it is. Ha. Im feeling angsty. Sort of. And I have nothing to say so I bring to you a poem by moi:

Mister

Listen to me.
Focus on my voice.
Look into my eyes.

Stop.

Don’t listen to them.
They are the ones who don’t care.

You need a friend.
You need me.
I am here for you.

Their voices mean nothing to you.
Just another language of the tongue.

Please, I’m begging you.
Do not listen.
Stop, please.
Don’t do this to me.

Ignore them, ignore their nonnative speak.
It’s garbage, junk, words that don’t make sense.
I’m the one who needs you.
The one who cares.
The one who will fight by your side.

Please, mister, put those pills down.
You don’t need them.
You need to listen.
To speak for yourself.

Don’t let them tell you what to do.

Please, please.
Please, cough those pills back up.