Slumber Swamp Poem by Britt Veloso

There are some things long hair nor a steady hand can fix
My brain is in spasms and my life is amiss
I make no sense to google translate
And I have no idea why I text Kate?
I make a mockery of the night sky
I slip into my bed and cry cry cry
To pop songs that aren't very deep
Hopefully one day, before midnight I'll sleep sleep sleep
But no matter, there are some things I can't hide inside a tilted smile
I just hope they don't surface or appear for a long long while