Mish-Mash Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written on 11th February 2011

Submitted: November 04, 2012

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Alas! I have no misery to speak of –

No broken heart, no rotten mind,

No all consuming passions pain,

And yet I try to kill myself.

 

My mind can’t work, is what it is.

It won’t decide if I’m mad or not.

It likes to tempt me with insanity,

Starve itself of life; quite anorexic.

 

My mind, you see, is a funny thing.

It likes to fill my head with shit.

It likes to make me all confused –

How funny I must be to watch.

 

What a talented little thing I am,

I can do all parts: happy, sad and dead

But the one thing I can’t be is

Me.

 

I’m all jumbled up inside. I’m

A mish-mash girl, a lucky dip.

But I do play the part with such ease

You’d never ever know I’m not here.

 

You’d never ever know I don’t exist,

I’m on stage and my life is a play.

But the actress has gone, my mind has said

Or perhaps she was never there.

You’d never ever know I don’t exist,

I’m on stage and my life is a play.

But the actress has gone, my mind has said

Or perhaps she was never there.


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