Downpectations

 

I don't need

no frickin happy pills
to get me through

these endless days

Don't desire

that chemically inspired
mood suppressing

glassy eyed facade smile

that passes for serenity

I really don't need
no psycho analysis 
mumble jumble therapy
whining about
how I despise my Mommy

Now I take each day
with
low
expectations

Minimalist aspirations

Manageable frustrations

My self hating defeating

contraction action plan
demands absolute acceptance

that I ain't so bad
and we misfits

collectively be
flawed pieces
that don't necessarily
always need to fit
conveniently
in this jumble

of a puzzle
we label reality