Got to be a’strugglin’

So what, I got all teary eyed when I got the lyrics wrong?

So what, I missed my favourite verse when I performed my song?

So what, I have more bills to pay than apples in the fridge?

So what, I dreamt of flying when I looked over the ridge?

So what, a bully from my school is still making me mad?

So what, the sun is out today and still I can’t be glad?

So what, I sat for a full hour, panicking about what I couldn’t do?

So what, she beckoned me to try, but I didn’t want to move?

So what, the words I managed to say were clearly not relevant?

So what, the road I decided to take was industrially elegant?

So what, I fell upon the ice and made a whooping-bear cry?

SO WHAT, I biked to the show alone because I had no one to ride beside?

So what, I drank three more beers than anyone should drink alone?

So what, I came across as strange, an assumption to which I’m prone?

So what, it’s most unnatural for me to not feel like a mess?

So what, I smile to pretend there’s not an ounce of stress?

I’ve got to be a’strugglin, and if somehow I’m not,

Then I’m just ignoring this difficult world, I’m skipping the delicious plot.

It’s awful to feel torn and tattered at your very best,

But I do feel awfully full of life whenever I’m distressed.

By Sarah C Louise

Photo From: Paola Pivi’s Exhibit At Galerie Perrotin In New York City