Crazy Beautiful Poem by Britt Veloso

I learned how to be depressed
I learned how to get undressed
Media was my teacher
Music was my dad
From slicing skin to getting drunk
It makes me rather mad
I was left alone to think too much
I was waiting to defend
Never was I given tasks
There's no room to pretend
I think tragedy was my beauty
Nothing else made sense
I crashed my head into the wall
Sometimes with no pretense
Even though I may be insane
Even though I'm nearly always in pain
I'd never trade in my brain
My life is a mess and a bit collapsed
But if I were stuck in a fairy tale world
I think I'd truly be trapped