late night poetry.

blue;

i don't want to cry.

i don't want to scream.

there's not enough darkness

to forget about them, though.

"i'm problematic," they say.

"i'm sad," they say.

"i'm depressed," they say.

mum, dad, can't you see that?

i'm not like everyone else,

i'm sorry if you're not okat with that,

but it's too late,

but it's impossible,

but it's your fault.