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I’m not okay

Who was Wilda?

She was that one girl who seemed happy all the time.
Quite innocent.
Not as innocent as you would think.
But definitely as happy as she seemed.
Her worries were simple.
Her mind was beautiful.
Her intentions were pure.
But I didn’t want to be her,
So I lynched her.

I’m not nice.
I’m not happy.
I’m filled with hatred and jealousy.
My thoughts are so noisy at night I can’t sleep.
I sometimes whisper to myself “help”,
Hoping someone save me from this chaotic insomnia.
But no one can do that but maybe… Wilda.

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