I was going to write some deep poem about emotions
and a teenager at their wit's end
but when you are that kid
the things that you think are deep in your head
are not quite the same when written on paper.

The intent gets jumbled somewhere along the way
between the right side of the brain and the fingertips
and both are perhaps a little too stimulated by caffeine
at three in the morning when you can't sleep.

I was going to write some deep poem about emotions
and not knowing what to do
but had an existential crisis halfway through the first sentence
and now I've gone from questioning the meaning of a word
to questioning the meaning of my existence.

The intent gets jumbled somewhere along the way
when the left brain decides this is a stupid idea
and sends it to wherever unused and rejected thoughts go
when, like you, they are deemed not good enough.

I was going to write some deep poem about emotions
but instead I wrote this.

~April 16, 2014~
~ShatteredScribe~