I Am Not a Fucking Unicorn – A Poem

I am not a fucking unicorn.

How I wish I were one;

My horn would be an everlasting source

of magic most pure.

I would be able to cure myself,

not that I would have gotten sick in the first place.

It just simply wouldn’t have happened,

but I am not a fucking unicorn.

Telling me that I must be more positive,

I didn’t need to take my medication,

that I must embrace joy,

so that I can will the disease away

with the power of my mind!

It’s mind over matter after all.

I have to ask you:

Don’t you think I’ve tried that?

I’ve tried to manifest rainbows for so long

that I’m pretty sure I have sparkles

coming out of my ass.

I look at the world so that I can find the Joy

and hold onto it because it gives me the will to keep going;

not because you thought it would cure me.

Until then,

I will continue to fight even though

I am not a fucking unicorn.