Turn My Ugly Into Modern Art
The hesitant nature of it all
just knocks me the fuck out:
How hard is it to say, “This is too much”?
Very hard.
Achievements are just another way to decorate blank walls;
who among you has the power to define success?
It is certainly not the strong.
Something awful happened,
but I forget what it was,
and somehow that makes it worse.
I read once that things get worse
before they get better, but
sometimes they just get worse.
I imagine I am turning all of my distress into
macaroni garland to hang from the walls of my house:
“Look! I made this,” I tell them.
“It’s ugly, and I don’t like to look at it,” they reply.