Yup! Untitled

I know it’s a little unbridled,

but that’s where I’m at now.

No labels, and no fucks, are given.

I just need to keep moving forward now and try,

despite the shitty people, sadness and the COVID, to go on and keep

living.

Trudging and crying through the sludge of my emotions, apparently, going

through the motions.

With a macabre smile, on my “Insta-face.”

It doesn’t matter that you’re hurting,

as long as everyone else thinks you’re life is in place.

If only you could see the expression on my face.

It’s like a mixture of tired, fuck this, and get off my case.