Maybe I feel depressed because of my own disappointments
Maybe it's because I don't know how to let happy in
Knocking on my door, with a police-like chap
But I am afraid and hiding behind a couch
Out of view of the window
I am afraid in case Happy and I do not see eye to eye
What if we have nothing in common
What if I am supposed to be in this mental battle until I chap at Happy's door and Happy is naive enough to let me in and be welcome.
Maybe I want to travel because I feel like the people round here have memorised my rise and fall like an old rollercoaster
Maybe I want to make new first impressions
Maybe I'll be disappointing with those people too
And maybe I'd have to travel a new city every week to have a continuous moment of not being an utter disappointment to everyone who lays eyes on me
Or
Maybe I need to stay here and make amends
Maybe I need to show and prove that I am capable of change
I am capable of derailing the constant rollercoaster of my emotions to mere teacups spinning round
I am not sure
All I know is maybe I talk to myself too much
Maybe I need to open my mouth and let out all the butterflies built up from meeting new people through the years
As there's a storm raging in my pancreas
And I need calm seas and smooth breezes
Not a storm
I am storm enough
Knock knock
Who's there?
Let's turn the handle and see, shall we?
About the Creator
Marlyn Stave
I am a 23 year old Scottish artist. By artist, I mean I paint and sketch and write and make.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.