I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Already? Why of course.
You can never start the breakdown too early.
And this isn't genuine
Or actually about me
Because I'm only fourteen and quite literally a child.

It would be impossible for me to have a mid-life crisis.
It doesn't feel like I'm having one, either;
But being dramatic is the staple of my prose
And being excessive is the most noticeable thing in my verse--
So I write this poem from my phone
Clutching the case above literal spilt milk,
And I cry,

I'm having a mid-life crisis.

If I die at 28
I know that this poem will be
So so so much funnier
Than it feels right now.
Honestly this has turned into word vomit
But that's okay, because there's gotta be one emetophiliac in the audience.
(My stats and logic would argue otherwise; but we ignore that for now.)

This has gotten long and rambly.
There's is not much meaning to this poem
Other than the explicitly mentioned topics.
And that's okay.
Because from time to time, we all have to dig into our ribs
And pull out what's trapped in there
Even if it's inane and exaggerated
It is a form of expression.
And that's pretty cool, i think.