I’m scared to write
Scared of what may come out
Insipid white girl, middle class problems
Or worse
nothing
for so long, I’ve wanted to be so dark and scarred
and now… I am
and I have no idea what to do about it
as I find it’s not what I wanted at all
nothing like
So.
Here I am.
Being stupid and worried
All vapid and plastic and redundant
while I have a good job and a decent life
a dog and a hope
a house with pretty floors
and while I sit, safe in my blasé gray cube
alone and unencumbered
I find that life is…
nothing like I thought
but then...
neither am I.
