I should probably put the pen down,
because I might make a mess,
but there’s a few things here,
I want to confess.
I just dyed my hair,
because I thought I saw a random grey,
I bought new jeans with holes in them,
because I thought they’d make me feel okay.
I’ve been playing the piano,
in a semi-full on rage,
and I unfriended someone on Facebook,
simply because she just got engaged.
I’m eating oatmeal for dinner,
because I’m too lazy to cook,
I’m writing this poem in my underwear,
you can’t take a look.
I know it’s not much,
the degree to what I’ve confessed,
but stay tuned,
and I promise,
to let you know the rest.