April 15th

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Still alone
A poem about how sometimes it's easier to be by myself

I love the people in my life
I deeply treasure my family and friends
But often times I find it's easier to exist within the four walls of my bedroom
Because feeling like any outsider is harder than being alone
When I'm by myself I don't have to worry what the others think
What they might say about the strange way i carry myself
The way I express and cope with the world we all live in
I don't have to put on a mask and pretend to be someone who isn't me
Authenticity is important always has been but I'd rather keep my bruises hidden

Relaxing times
Going on a bike ride to the river and listening to the sounds of the water flow
Listening to my mind when it's time to listen to the slow songs and let it all out
Late nights spent learning and writing
Poetry that feels like opening my eyes

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