i finally have something to write about
but for once i don't know what to say
i could talk about you
or talk about myself, like i usually do
why break the pattern?
it has been working
so well
so far
i'm so selfish
i want to write about my friends
but i don't know them at all
i can only see the surface
that i might touch
but can never really feel
i think it's kind of sad
how i have to be sad
to write
if i had true talent
i could at any time
because when i'm happy
i am so happy
i love my friends
i love my girlfriend
and you know i cannot live without music
i cannot live without my ipod
you are so funny
and you make me laugh
it's all these conversations
that make me want to tell you
how i really feel
deep down inside
well maybe not so deep
i hate my skin
i am too thin
so when i am happy
i don't have the time
to waste with writing
i have to enjoy it while i can
but by now
you might notice most of these lines start with "i"
and this is what makes me feel bad
i am not part of something bigger
just self-centred
...
that last line
was a perfect line to end this poem
this "poem"
but for some reason
i am not stopping
i don't feel comfortable
with what i stand for
since i don't even know what it is
no, i don't drink
that's a value i have
possibly the only one
and i don't even feel that strong about it
it will not change anything
so i guess you can say
whatever you want about me
like, "this guy is an idiot
and it would make me happy if he would just shut up
i don't care about his values or whatever
this page of words looks more like a pile of junk"
i won't blame you
and today was a good day