Maybe I’m inconsistent;
I can’t control my emotions anymore then
the kid next to me.

But maybe I’m consistent
and that’s why there’s a constant
dark cloud in the back of my mind.

And if I’m not,
maybe I could try.

But what if,
when I try,
my consistency stays the way
it’s always been?

Just a constant strain
of not being
consistant.

Inconsistent like
Clockwork.
Day after day,
time after time;
irregularity is the name of the game.

Oh the things I would give-
The person I would pretend to be
if i could just be
the right kind of
consistant.

I’m just
so afraid of being
consistently
inconsistent.