I wish I weren't here, I say.
"But why, you have so much to be happy about?"
"You're still a kid!"
Not when your happiness is portrayed as invalid.
Is something wrong with me?
Is there a reason I'm not allowed to be free?
Free from loss
Free from expectations of myself
I feel like I'm caught in a web of moss
Like I'm facing the triune god itself.
Why can't I be normal?
I can't decide what I want or who I am
"It's just human, get over it"
Your feelings don't matter to us right now, is all they're saying.
They don't matter.
Not until after the date has been set.
Not until you're setting the flowers upon my casket.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
