And dark green grass.
Big bright eyes, and heels made of glass.
But red flags are being raised inside of my mind.
No problem here,
But there must be a problem somewhere.
This can’t be just irrational fear.
Butterflies and flowers
May be pretty,
But they make me sneeze
From allergies and give me a stomachache.
I’m not crazy!
Something must be wrong.
Someone must be dying,
‘Cause I still end up crying,
Even when things turn out right.
Emotions must be wind up toys,
Because I keep feeling the same way over and over again,
No matter what the situation is.
I don’t feel good
Even though it seems like I should.
This spiral of never-ending crap
Always clogs my neurotransmitters.
Butterflies and Flowers