My mind

 Pigs in trees

Flowers eating peas

Dragons fart honey

Trees grow on money

A dog with no head

A snail with 237 legs

Monkeys live on glue

And, just so you know this is what goes on in my head every day

I dont know.

 I don’t know.

I don’t know why I’m sad.

I don’t know why I’m happy.

I don’t know why I struggle to make friends.

I don’t know how I get so overwhelmed at the tiniest things.

I don’t know why people make me so anxious.

I don’t know why I’m writing this poem.

I don’t know why I made this blog.

I don’t know why I care about him so much.

I don’t know why he doesn’t care about me.

I don’t know why people think I’m weird.

I don’t know why I feel the way I do.

I don’t know why I’m like this.

But you either accept that.

Or get out of my way.