Notebook Poem

I fly over Nova Scotia, I swim the ocean blue
I land in New Orleans and eat Poe Boy or two
I am not the person people expect me to be
I'm not warm
I'm not over and I am not in between
I'm living in my car now, I sold all my stuff
Not because I needed money
Because I had too much
I'm writing this in a notebook
That no one will ever read
So why am I still pretending I'm
Who they'd think I'd be?
I am in between the margins
These words are just me clothes
That I wear to cover up
What I want no one to know
Jungle Green, Magenta, and Underwater Blue
I love every single color
Teardrops + Balloons