- Mood: Sleepy/Floopy/Anxious
- Sound: Water heater
- Reading: Charlotte's Web
- Watching: Too Many Girls
Are my words so complicated?
It only takes a second
Before my brain is overwhelmed
And can't comprehend any more.
I know I am not like a children's book,
But all the more grown-up novels I see
Are somehow not as dense as my own.
I cannot make my words lighter;
I have no more air.
If reading them aloud
Feels like peanut butter on your tongue,
Then they are like pieces of gravel in my gut
That I cannot pass,
And they are too far gone
To be upchucked.
I never feel
Like much of a grown-up anyway
Because I don't always know what's right and
Decisions never come easy and
I don't even drive or anything.
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