Poetry and everything wrong

Pain and Boxes-Page 45

I find inspiration in my pain

I sit down after crying my eyes out and write

A poem, A book, something

Just to say my feelings and my suffering

For me to be heard

Not like anyone would listen to or read it

I just like to have my suffering out there

For at least one person to read

And maybe that's me

I used to think Poets are just people who rhyme

I never knew I could be so wrong

Poets are people who pour all their emotions

Into writing

I do this on a daily basis

I am the middle child

They say they are forgotten

But I am not

I am more of a backup

For my oldest sister and youngest

My mom's best friend

Thats me

I am the one who is closest to her

I think I replace my oldest brother

He was my mom's whole world

Until he left

My oldest sister is a 'good' kid

Good grades

Never skips

At this point, she'll get a scholarship

I skip, do drugs, have bad grades, and more

I am the one mom doesn't consider the 'good' kid

My younger sister, grace

She is not a bad kid but not a good kid either

She's to young to be a bad kid or a good kid

I know she'll be the worst of us all

She speaks just like my sister used to

She doesn't care what people says

And she walks the path of a bad kid

She will be what I wanted to be

I never wanted to be tied down

And fit into a box that says 'bad' kid

Grace will be able to get out of all the boxes

She will be writing the words on the box

And she will be the one choosing the box for herself

I wish I could do such a thing