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