Poem – Irony of the Binary

“Irony of the Binary”

Maybe I don’t want to be okay

Maybe I don’t want to be okay

Maybe I won’t clean this up

So you can see the mess you made

Dirt up my skull

Oranges for eyes

The irony of the binary

Strikes like tardy lightning

Maybe I don’t want to be happy

Maybe I don’t want to be happy

Maybe I’ll let the poison stay

So you can watch my eyes turn green

Sadness rolls up

Mud in my veins

I crawl like a caterpillar to the bandaid

Left out once upon a time

But in those days I wanted to be okay

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