Author: Lily Elmore
I am not sure if I’m real anymore
I float through my life like a dream
The truth is so hard to say these days
Because the truth is not what it seems
Am I expressing anything anymore?
Trying too hard to create
My art’s for “art’s sake”
And I can’t catch a break
So I ride out the wave for hours
I know it’s a painting, not a puzzle,
But the pieces still feel wrongfully placed
I’ve been reading to learn for so very long
But I’m not sure I know how to read.
I’m starving but the fridge is empty
The fruits of my spirit consumed
I didn’t know when I left home
How dark was the darkness that loomed
And I’m doomed.
Or maybe just overdramatic.
But probably both.