I’ve tried for so long to understand everything in such a profound way,
Like everything had a bigger meaning than me.
What I’ve come to know is that things tend to come and go,
Seasons, success, family and friends,
We have highs and lows sort of like temperatures.
My mood depends on the weather and the weather depends on my mood,
It rains in my head five days a week with sunshine the other two,
That’s why some days I think I’m going crazy and others I know I’ve been this way a while
It makes it hard to find a balance.
Speaking of balance lets add another jelly bean to weigh the pros and cons,
The cons were higher than the pros and the pros will hire the cons to do their work.
I feel as though I’m giving in to the real life me not the one I played for so many years on TV
In front of viewers I appear to be approachable but then when you meet me I’m rude.
I told you the weather determines my mood and its gloomy outside with a half painted sun,
There are children killing teachers with their mom and dad’s guns
There are rivers of waste and oceans of bodies that leak into our drinking water.
My stomach has been polluted since an extremely young age so don’t ask why I never eat anymore
It goes right through me like an insult or a trend,
I have no use for it to begin with and no use for it in the end.
I have learned to accept it.
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