Poetry! But kyle!!

bored

your right I am bored
bored of this body
the one that keeps me captive day and night
bored of this mind
the one that tells me I shouldn't put up a fight
so maybe you are right im bored
bored of being alive
and having nothing to live for
maybe that's why I cry on my bedroom floor
and when you walk tho the door
I look at you with the same bored expression
the one I've grown to know so well
it fits me just right
like a hoodie on a Friday night
but this one isn't filled with cheers
more like tears
see ive got all these fears
I won't tell you
you won't know
and im okii with that
or at least I was
now I want to show you my mind
oh how you'll tell me I'm insane
not quite right in the brain
maybe something didn't click
or maybe it was the fact that you don't know my trauma
or you just refuse to acknowledge my trauma
you still wanna say I'm a perfect little girl
that hasn't been through the world
but what if I told you
I don't have to go through the world
when the world was brought to me
in the dark my demons spring to life
they know me best
because they are the ones who shaped me
if only you could see them too
you'd see me for who I am
and not for who you want me to be
but who really knows maybe I am bored
just some bored teenager
that takes all the good with a grain of salt
knowing there is no more sugar
left in the shaker