"i don't want to lose myself. it's a whisper, it's a funny thing. we fold like icicles on paper shelves. it's a pity to appear this way"

6/29/11

unimpressed

i'm waiting to be extremely impressed
issues resolved before they're addressed
but everything just feels a mess
i'm starting to care less and less 
i'm brushing my teeth with extra white toothpaste crest
i'm putting myself thru an obstacle test 
failing and failing, i retry, need rest
gotta get so many things off my chest
i'm ok alone, but not really i guess
it's getting harder to listen so i might just say yes
press
my dress
curls caressed
then you confess
i've been repressed
depress this test
to unimpress
address the mess
before you guess
i add and add- just equals less 
                                        stress, detest
                                        you're not the best 
                            yes, oh yes, i'm unimpressed


psst! this poem was pre-nate, but i still think it's fun

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