You're sad; that's unfortunate.
Grief is a cat being waxed.
Average is red, and awkward acne,
hidden underneath pounds of concealer.
Revenge is a pot of water,
boiling on low heat.
Change is having my father sleep on the bed,
while my mother sleeps on the couch.
Hope is the hour long car ride
to my Doctor's office.
Anger is Dante's inferno
with your parents,
in their basement,
for eternity.
Life is a very long novel
written by a very mad toddler.
Childhood is a dead life
traded for gawky limbs and greasy faces.
Happiness is walking into the supermarket,
and seeing half-priced candy at the front of the store,
after Halloween.
Love is Dr.Pepper bubblegum
wrapped in a dollar bill.
Sorrow is going to the bathroom,
and seeing an empty roll.
This world is ugly, and strange,
so why not define it as so.