[ what she does best ]

another day is wasted
and she fears for what is next
on life’s daily agenda for her
little insignificant her
miss “can’t eqaute eqations”
and miss “does nothing right”
but only does right what isn’t supposed to be done
or what isn’t wanted to be done
and she sighs
and thinks and dreams and ponders
and breathes the air into her lungs
filling them and exhaling again
miss “should be doing something”
is doing nothing but doing what she does best
writing.
but even if it is what’s done best
then how come little miss “writer”
can’t write her way through life
and she sighs again.
coming to terms with reality completely
fucking
sucks.

[ 7.37 PM ]