i’ve got a heart full of bones
a head full of air
a bottle of fruit juice
6 shades of dye in my hair
a ratty old hoodie
with a lopsided star
smudgey make-up
and a half-eaten chocolate bar
i’m too short for my age
too spontaneous to be sweet
too particulate to be delicate
way too grounded to be upbeat
too logical to be cutesy
too stupid to be amazing
too small to make that much difference
too simple to be enthralling
i’m not the brightest thing
i can trip over air
i apologize too much
far too awkward to be fair
i go on private little riots
just to experience the thrill
i drink milk out of the carton
and i cry when it spills
i listen to my music too loudly
and i do the waltz on my bed
sometimes i can’t help but wonder
if i am alright in the head
