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[rorys-poems]

Anyone else ever feel that there’s more art in their psych workbooks than actual work???

[rorys-poems]

What Came First?

Hey, what’s up?

What did you-?

What do you mean I can’t spit?

What do you mean I have to cross my legs?

What do you mean I have to wear a dress?

What do you mean I have to be lady?

Don’t you know who I am?

Don’t you know how I am?

What I love and like, what I hate and despise?

Are you looking at me with closed eyes?

I’ll never be a lady

Stay out of my head,

Hands off my body!

Stop trying to live vicariously through me!

I need to know

Which came first?

My anger?

Or your disappointment?

I’m sorry I’m not your Perfect Girl

Am I even a girl?

This life makes me want to hurl.

I feel like a liar, liar.

I’m that screwed up biter,

Always pulling the all-nighters,

Playing with lighters.

I’m my own funeral pyre.

I’m bound to combust, explode,

Rise and fall as a burning ball, another failure.

Leave me alone and stop trying to play savior,

My wicked jailer.

You add more pressure,

The more I fracture.

You wanna know what’s wrong?

It’s your dumb wager on my life,

Your useless prayer of my overdrive.

You try to capitalize,

Categorize,

Materialize,

Monopolize,

Prioritize.

But I don’t work that way.

So you tell me which came first:

My anger?

Or your disappointment?