note to self

cut yourself down
til you walk around
on your
jaded nubs.
Too busy showing people
what your made of
bones, blood, and flesh
the same as
the rest
of us.
You've got no one
to impress
with the way
you dress
in all the rags.
And all the hags
that you hate
you constantly
immatate,
why?
You said you would
dissconnect
but you are still on
the line
you said you could
reconnect
with something
more devine
but your still here.
You say
alot
do
a little
how can you tell
when your forreal?
How could you?
You procrastination
cover each situation
til your no longer
mad or angery
just ''chill''
EFF that-
do something!
like walk away
on your stupid little
nubs
that you creat.
Why dont you
just stop?
Stop writting this
down
and do what you say!

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. Bob Mortland says:

   Very well written

2. Jennifer Camp says:

   I like this! I like how you combine it, well written definitely. But more so I like the concept, a note to yourself...I love it.