I try to wear striped socks

Because a little color never hurt anyone.

And I try to wear green laces

So that if I’m tongue tied, at least it’s with style.

 And I try to wear polka dots

Because when life gets spotty, at least I won’t clash.

But sometimes I wear grey instead.

On those days

It feels like life is over:

My eyelids feel weighted

And I’m always so much more sophisticated

Than every other person much more sophisticated than me

I float on a cinderblock cloud

Of impatience and stress

Looking down below

Upon all the fools trying to impress

Their infuriating ways of boyfriends and god knows

And the speed of time slows

Down

Down

Until

Every second is panicked

Yet never changing

And my mind is simply frantic

With a checklist of uncolored boxes

And my pencil is lost

Is there anyone with a stupid pencil

In this hellhole?

No?

So, I try to wear striped socks

So, I try to wear green laces.

So, I try to wear polka dots.

Because life isn’t over yet

Seconds are always a second long

And I have a pencil.