Irony | Pslightly Psycho Poems

Just Pretend

April 30, 2010 at 3:39 am (Irony) (adulthood, Irony, motherhood, Poetry)

It feels like playing dress-up

Like this role doesn’t quite fit

I’m not ready to be a grown-up

Even as I do exactly that

Bills, marriage, kids

home, cars, jobs…

It still feels like

just pretend

Angsty teen poetry.

I dreamt of fame,

though posthumous,

as befits angsty teen poetry.

But life went on, mine specifically

Posthumous publication being

impossible

whilst still living,

I opted to put the pen down.

Yet still my inner goth writes ballads

of tainted love, bitter tears and cutting words.

So publish I shall, though not yet dead,

via the interweb, boon to angsty teen poets everywhere.