Be Like Me

Do you have a screw loose or two in your head?
Why do you leave your trash all over that bed?
Your mess is like my failed expectations for you.
Why’re you down there, when you’re supposed to be up here?
You have failed me.
Your life is not a book. Stop acting like you can change it.
For if it was, I would change every bit.
Do I have to force feed you discipline as you finally concede?
Stop acting like you’re tired, I work and I clean till my feet bleed.
And i’m fine. Be like me.

Stop acting like you can’t bring yourself to smile.
Because I have set everything aside for you, I work the extra mile.
Stop clinging to demented slam poems
In a world where certificates and phd’s impede the need for songs.
Could you please stop picking at your skin?
Not that I even care for your wellbeing.
Stop wearing those god-forbid t-shirts like a slut with breast implants.
‘Cuz no one would love you enough to give you a transplant.
Stop your needless weeping at 2:am in the morning.
I don’t do that. And I’m fine. Be like me.

Stop hoping that things might get better, stop daydreaming into the sunset.
You need to fix everything, you’re a disaster as you hide your cigarette.
Your whole life is a messed up and shattered dream.
As your morals melt away in my palm like a silent scream.
You need to smile a little more.
Not too much or you’ll look like a whore.
Could you please stop coming up with excuses like dyslexia and depression
And start listening to the very reasons why you never make a good impression..
I don’t need excuses. And i’m fine. Be like me.

Could you please stop talking back to me like an undisciplined child
And treat me like a goddess on her throne as you get exiled.
And can you stop writing poems about your so called strife.
You are a catastrophe. Just like your bed and just like your life.
Stop staring at me like that, i’m just trying to love you.
I’m just trying to love you. So you can be like me.