sometimes i feel like papyrus font
with words misspelled and caps lock on
telling my jokes i know they never stick
unless i tell them to my friends
how i would love to be close to them
but my birth chart only permits
that i keep my distance away from them

oh there i go
talking up actual change
when i can’t
seem to let go
of the imaginary things controlling me
“ill get back to ya” (maybe in a few weeks)

it has very little to do with me
the despicable INFP
never entirely sure what the T means
i clean my room
let myself go
i can’t keep up with my money
or my laundry, and i find it kinda funny
it’s all just human therapy
to help you cope with existing

oh there i go
i’m talking up the beautiful things
i only conceptualize
to rationalize my fears of letting go
a caricature cradling my birthstone by a hearth burning
my ideas of self worth, maybe i’ll see you out when i get it together
but i keep blaming the weather and things i can’t control

control
what is control?
i can’t stand it
i’m wasting away, at not even 30
what happens after 30?
what can i blame when i’m 30?