Life

Life,
I don’t understand
It’s not up to me to understand
This, I know
Beautiful voice
From an angel down the road
Ringing in my ears
Like the waves of frequency
Reminding me of
This ironic conclusion;
Jealousy
Jealous that I wasn’t born an angel
Of course, they say it’s not healthy
To think of such things
Yet today I’m blind
I can’t see the silver lining

She mourns her parent’s death
In a beautiful song
For all her fans to hear
Makes me sob like a baby
Tears in a mess
Mascara ruined
Yet I can’t help to think of mine
She claims she was blessed
With wonderful parents
Perhaps I was too
If I could only see past
The war of the roses

I’m a poet
I would love to sing my poems
In a beautiful song
I would love to have my own cd
With my poems glorified
Yet I think there’s no way I could be a
singer of a rock in roll band
I don’t even know if I can sing
I’m fat, how far can I get with that?
How far do fat white chicks get in the
Music industry anyway?
Now I’m playing the role of a martyr
I’m not supposed to do that either
Poor me…right?
What a BIG FAT JOKE LIFE IS ANYWAY?

Yet I put my faith in God
I learn that God loves me
Just the way I am
Yeah…that’s what Barbie
Told me one day…

Yet the pretty angel down the road…
I’m a fan already
Her voice feeds my soul
Ironic isn’t it?
Perhaps I’ll take music lessons
Perhaps I’ll drink slim fast
Then you’ll find me
Back on this paper
After I find out I can’t sing
And I’ve gained 20 pounds
Yeah..I’m a martyr
Off to another meeting
So I can cope with my
Dysfunctional thinking
And try to make my way past
The pity party one more night

(heheh...I wrote this like 8 years ago,
I will always laugh when I read it, hope
you do too..lol)