My Random Thoughts

Part 5

(Sleepy poetry about when you start to question everything about you)

I sit staring at the ceiling wondering if all I've ever lived was a lie, I start to cry, I try to fit in, with all my might I try, my eyes dry no longer, am I faking, this close to breaking, hoping shes not faking, is she even a she, does she want to be a he? Or a they, she prays its all a lie, that she'll wake up and be normal, wishes she could like a crusty blond boy, but no she has to like that pretty girl with the caramel skin, did she ever have friends or were they all fake? Haven't I hit the breaking point? Can't it all be over? I'm falling down a spiral, why did I have to fall so hard, run from the start, all of this hurts my heart, when can it all stop, I pop the cap off my drink take a sip drip drip it runs down my chin, I wish I could be thin, like the pretty girls, the thought swirls through, am I enough?

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Hey, this isn't as good as last nights late night poetry and it kinda turned into a poem about self worth at the end but hope this inspired you. Bye.

-Kayla<3