They say
“Your poetry is too sad,
Write something happy”
They say
“I don’t understand it,
It doesn’t make sense”
They say
You’re so dramatic,
Be more forgiving”
And I say
I write about my life
How I see through these eyes
And if that for you is a tragedy
Than just imagine it for mine
My world doesn’t make sense
So how can I not write nonsense
If you write what you know
How would it look
In your lens?
If you dug deep enough
Drilled straight through the core
Past all the meditation
And the therapy sessions bores
The good laugh with friends
Does your life really make sense?
Or does that too together blends
See life was meant to be crazy
To be all over
To be tragic
So we know what’s happy.
And for the hours that wander
From me , where I get to smile
I don’t spend it with paper
In hand, testing what words
Make sense for this
Moment.