pop sickle

Glossy shiny laminate of a life

She's fine, he's smiling

The gang's laughing at

A lollie melting

What a jolly time

So so joyous

The lollie drips

I want to die, she thinks

He's never belonged here

The friends they laugh again

This time nervous

And awkward

Drip drip, the lollie trips

They stare; together

Glossy faces

Laminate lives

The lollie pities their miserable play

So so joyous down here, it thinks

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-samjam

Felt very Esther Greenwood from The Bell Jar. I don't have depression by any means but sometimes a depressive place just scoops you up into it's arms and it feels like you're watching everyone else be happy and fine, from your numb cradle. But they're probably not, no? In the wise words of Paramore- "Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too"

I swear I tried to write something actually happy, after all I'm not incapable of joy (gosh no),,,,, but this word vomit thing just feels real and easier when I'm not avoiding my feelings. So if any of this ever concerns you, know that I'm alright (really hehe) :)

in summary: i like this poem. toods!