maybe im just terrified
and wanting to treat this like some sort
of impersonal journal
no names so even one day
ill forget the face that caused
so much heartache
never the less
poetic tendencies follow me
in closed doors
with florescent lights as
i take tests and get
assigned a number
anyway that doesn't matter
maybe im just terrified
of what i dont know
surprise surprise
im like every other person
i've been realizing that a lot lately
my attributes i use
purely for the fact
of characterization
writing on my synopsis ID card
for all to read before they
get to know the real me
(it's the same in case you were curious)
are over used and over rated
it doesn't matter though
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
