My Happiness Holds By A Thread

My happiness holds by a thread

It's a fragile string made

Of 100% pure cotton

Longing to be sewed with a button

Dying to be made of silk

But it is too expensive

My thread has no stretch

People say it's only meant to make necklaces

Sold for only 1 buck on Ebay

But no one buys it

My happiness holds by a fragile thread

Longing to be a summer dress

Waiting for the perfect seamstress

And as it waits and waits for days

The hope keeps it from breaking

The needle envelops me

And I jump out of it

I don't know if I'll be good enough for the machine

People tell me my thread is too big 

I have no purpose for anything

I want the seamstress to tell me

That I am meant for sewing

And therefore I should never be thinking

"Don't think, don't think, you are only a thread!"

She exclamed.

"A thread will always break"

"....that is why you are 150 yards"

I want to break down and cry

"You break or I cut you.."

"Either way, I always have more of you"

She adds "You are so bizarre"

I ask her why

"There are no perfect threads..."

"...Only good seamstresses"

I've never thought about it