Am I supposed to feel like it that

was I home grown?

Am I supposed to feel like that?

Like a never ending factory to churn out my mush

For you to read? Read my title and you’ll see what I mean. Mush. mistakes.

Am I grown up in a made up world full of sad fake faces?

Or am I supposed to feel

Like that.

But everything is real

And everyone is fake

But we love anyway,

Do we love?

Are the feelings it brings intentionally supposed to make me

Want to rip open to see the inside of my bone?

Am I supposed to feel like that?

Are you feeling like that?

I think my mush

Is there for plating,

It may give off something about you,

Or me,

Or a something special in a

Place

Once told,

But it’s connected somehow to

Your plates,

Though the ingredients and cooking methods we use are different

We like words that mean many things,

But when it comes down to the impactful things,

It’s only meant one way,

And yes, it’s important to realize

You’re meant to feel like that,

And the ripping pull of agony strains

Get through the mush,

Get through it,

Hold my hand,

Push.