TW: Brief implication of suicide.
Bliss was intertwined with ignorance, for
I was much happier never knowing
the implications that befell my spoken words.
Now all I wonder:
Is this the best thing to say
or perhaps the worst?
Maybe that is why I love the script so,
the one I crafted in my head
telling me Who I Am and What to Say.
The script you see, is simple.
Simplicity is easy for one to dismiss
but even easier for me to deal with.
For if I wrote an analyses of my individual,
Thought too long of Who I Really Am
And what is the truth?
The ground fifty below would look
so finite, so comforting.
But I lost that script, misplaced
somewhere between "hello" and goodbye."
Now I have to be Original and Me.
Except that girl
(whoever she is)
is so boring,
and no one would like her.