I have to be an adult
But I don't know how
Heard school would prepare me
But all my schools failed
I have no life goals
All my goals were having
An adequate grade
Even if I tore myself apart in the process
Even as my happiness fell through
I had to be perfect
I was smart
I AM smart
I tend to use past tense on myself
Either because I feel that I've lost
Or that I already feel so dead
Death couldn't claim me fast enough
Except I hate pain
So self-harm was off the table
So was suicide
Because what if I survived
I never went down easy
I always fought
But I got comfortable in comfort
In not being a person
But being something that was taken care of
Who only wanted a reprieve from wanting death
Or feeling the ones around me
I don't truly know how to
Function
Help me learn
I forget that I have to listen
But I'll figure it out
Or I'll try
I want to be with you
But is that what I need after being so new?
I want to change
I'm scared
I don't know how
I never had a passion
Nothing I wanted to do
Some infatuations
But that's nothing new
Before I died in complacency
I wanted to act
Is that the path for me?
I don't know what to do
Am I backward
Am I broken
Am I wrong
How come everyone can live
But I'm sitting here trying to figure out what living is
Comfort is a menace in disguise
With too much, you'll never want
You'll never have skills
Without it, you never rest
I lacked balance
My mother's sad
Because she KNOWS that she failed me
My father wasn't there
And when he was, he was far from my reach
As I grew, I realized that I aged backward
I was closer to a naive adult as a kid
To a kid as a naive adult
But that can't happen
The world is against me because I'm not white
Because I'm me
I'm scared
I'm scared
But I think I always will be.
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A Mental Trip
PoetryThe poems of a depressed nonbinary POC throughout high school, into college, and through first loves and toxic relationships. Hopefully, this shows people that they are not alone in their pain and that there can be something better on the other si...