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Post by larsenmcallirhoe on Apr 23, 2012 0:47:45 GMT -5
Personal Personification At Its Best
Why *does* it always seem that *I* come out behind? Or that I seem to never win or lose. How can that be? Is it fate that weakens me or joys that’s strengthen me? (bloody aye make up your bleep-in mind!) Why does it seem we can’t figure this anathema out? Is Life really this way and is all it is really cracked up to be? I am middle-aged,- look a zillion years old,- feel two years old,- act mentally challenged,- and have nothing of worth of true value; yet was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and has a silver linen pockets in my coat tails. (Spoiled rotten I am and this makes me depressed!) I eat Fruit-Loops for breakfast, Cracker-Jacks for lunch, for supper I eat dead meat, and for desert it is Ice-Cream Sunday. (I am definitely not dealing with full deck of cards here; now am I!) Why is it I diet to impress people yet I gorge out depressed for the same reason I diet which is because of depression? No matter the impression I leave it is never the one I want to imply. I want to leave my mark on society in this happening world but life falters me setting me behind everyday I get back up after I have been flatten being knocked down on my feet. I promise you this world that I will give you everything I have till my waking days are no more. Hey it is just the way I am.
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