What a cute little poem. Most of it echoes the familiar angst of the outcast teen, the ‘glee club type’ as is rife in popular culture.
The word ‘irked’ bothers me. At the moment the reason is uncertain – was it meant to vaguely rhyme with ‘work’? If so then the rhyme scheme is unimportant, as most of the lines don’t rhyme, anyway – so I think a better word can replace that.
The last line is funny. Sickness from overthinking. I get that all the time. I overthink about trivial stuff but the real sickness comes from thinking about the universe. If the universe is ever expanding then what is it expanding into? And what is beyond that? In my brain everything must have a border. I think that must prove the existence of God.
Wow, what a ramble! I must have reverted to my old commenting ways. I quite enjoyed it. Jolly good show! Extra pencil added for the ramble!
Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))