Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Opposite of Me

The Opposite of Me

I wake up at six in the morning on the weekends,
Immediately I turn on punk rock as loud as it goes,
I'm so happy with life right now.
It's such a big mess.
So is my room.
I'm failing all my classes,
YES!
While running home from school I see a wounded bird,
I grab it and treat it as a medical patient when I get home.
Wouldn't it be awesome to live in Asia?
There's a wallet on the street,
I take all the money.
I don't even know my mom's middle name.
I don't know where she works, either.
Everyone describes my style as a hobo,
I can't stand people.
Never smiling is my favorite,
I hate dancing.
My favorite night doesn't consist of sports games,
Or going out with friends,
Or even attending sports events,
I like to sit in my closet.
I talk to my imaginary friends.
They tell me how to live to be happy.
I don't listen to anyone,
Except them.

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