Why yes, I do consider myself a Disney expert. Thank you for noticing.
People always ask me:
"You are an adult. Why do you still like Disney?
It's in a bunch of your poems, but Disney is for
little kids..."
To be honest,
I still don't have an answer
to that question.
Maybe,
in some aspects
I still am a little kid
Everyone knows I'm not actually
an adult
because I fake it
and lie to cover my mistakes
or blame my illnesses
and use them as a crutch
Perhaps it is because
I never got to experience
the quintessential childhood
or adolescence
and I cling to examples
of what my life could have been like
Could be the fact that
I constantly question
whether or not someone could
actually love me
because maybe my fears are true
and I have way too many issues
and a majority of Disney movies
focus on the female
finding her true love
Hopefully
it's just a weird something I like
Everything I write
ends up being depressing
so maybe my creative self-conscious
finds a way to incorporate
something stereotypically happy
into poems about
how messed up my mind is
I could continue over-analyzing myself
and my love of Disney
and making this poem longer than it should be
but maybe instead
I will end early
and leave the question unresolved