Poems From Another Sad Teenager

we will be okay

i have one final thing
i would like to confess;
i have yet to believe
that i truly exist.

and i think as i am
i have yet to remain.
of importance i come
first and last in the game.

there's this thing that i do,
where i tune out the world
and my face will go blank
and my thoughts start to swirl.

but i'm comfortable there,
in that in-between place,
where my questions make sense
and i'm outside time and space.

that is where i am me,
and i simply exist.
there's no way to go back,
there's no point to resist.

find me there when you're lonely,
when you need extra time.
you can teach me to dance,
i can teach you to rhyme.

search for me there,
in the night or the day.
we are not giving up,
and we will be okay.