the other day
i said
my favorite color
was pink and
my friends gave me
confused looks
they glanced down
at the harley davidson
t-shirt i wore
paired with
a black jacket
and black jeans
with sneakers on my feet
i didn't understand
their confusion
but they explained
that my appearance
does not say pink
it says
blue
green
black
grey
red
but most definitely
not pink
apparently my appearance
deceives a lot
of people
as they're often
surprised by my
answers
to their questions
i am not
the clothes i wear
i am not
the looks i bare
i am not
my intelligence level
my vocabulary
my abilities
my talents
my past
my family
i am not any of it
i am me
if i'm not myself
then who am i?
i am
the pink flowers
that are burrowed
in my ribcage
and while they're
beautiful
they are slowly
making it harder
to breathe
i am
the words i use
and the importance
i emphasize on them
i am
the people i love
and the tea i drink
i am
the thoughts that
swirl in my head
and make me dizzy
i am
the cold sunday mornings
when i'm curled up
on my bed
in a blanket while
i eat popcorn
and an 80s movie
plays on the screen
i am
the teardrops i shed
and the people
i shed them for
i am
the thunder and lightning
the raindrops
that stain my skin
i am the blue sky
and dark, clouded sky
i am
the countless
sleepless nights i spend
thinking of
everything
you cannot define me
with one word
one sentence
no,
you can't
i am too much
i am a handful
i am the wintry air
i inhale
and the warm summer breeze
i exhale
i am an unpunctuated
lowercase
mouthful of words
written in an angry
scrawl
i am angst
(holden caulfield)
i am strength
(tally youngblood)
i am determination
(frisk)
i am sarcasm and wit
(jamie roth)
i am bravery
(katniss everdeen)
i am a fighter
(hazel grace lancaster)
i am fabulous
(tiny cooper)
i am hopeful
(noah and jude)
i am a leader
(thomas)
i am stressed
depressed
and a ball of anxiety
but am willing to help myself
get better
(craig gilner)
i am a teenager
i'm endlessly
creating myself
and am still
becoming
i'm a mess
i have a lot of problems
i'm angry
about a lot of things
i'm vulnerable
and tired
i am not invincible
but i'd like to
act like i am
because that's
what youth is
[pretending to be
indestructible]
DU LIEST GERADE
one day
Poetrymaybe one day it'll all work out like it does in the books. TW: depression, suicide, self-harm DRAWING BY Walktheline
