It's the the New Year.
And I'm so unsure.
It fills me with fear.
To be left in the dark.
It doesn't seem okay.
Will I be outcasted?
Or will people stay.
It always changes.
I hate the mystery.
How will school go?
At least I don't have history.
But I worry about other classes.
Although I'm filled with fright,
At least the girl I like will be there.
She fills me with light,
But she can't know how I feel.
I want to lose weight,
And feel better about myself.
I get a lot of hate,
It's easy to pick on me.
I've always been shy,
But still try to be kind.
No matter how hard I try,
Nice people get stomped on.
I want to find my dreams,
But they seem out of reach.
So much higher than trees.
Can I really survive?
This year I'll be legal.
I'll be an adult.
I feel so feeble.
I'm not ready.
I can't even drive.
I can't go anywhere.
Expected to strive,
But I have no room to grow.
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A Look Inside
PoetrySo this is actually a collection of my "poems" that I've been writing lately in a order to...express myself I guess. They'll probably mostly be about how I'm feeling and overall just "a look inside" my brain. A lot of these will likely be considered...
