I Am

I am a walking hyperbole
I wonder if I'm ever going to be good enough
I hear the sound of the stage lights switching on, and the crowd roaring my name
I see weird looks being thrown my way
I want to like coffee, but every time I try to drink it, I vomit salamanders
I am a walking hyperbole

I pretend that I have no feelings
I feel my mind traveling back to New York City
I touch my blushed face that deepens to a red hot chillli pepper color
I worry that I'm still a worry wart
I cry over British television
I am a walking hyperbole

I understand that laughter is the best medicine, so watch Modern Family when you're sad
I say that it's too late to apologize (IT'S TOO LATE)
I dream to magically grow super long legs
I try not to get arrested
I hope never to have to use the bathroom on an airplane ever again
I am a walking hyperbole