I sit here
Green eyes filled with tears
And think.
I think constantly from wake up till bed
I wait until they're asleep until years can be shed
As much as I want to talk
I don't
I don't wanna let people in,
I don't want someone to ask if I'm okay
But i am
I have so many questions
And yet no answer
And I feel like it's my fault
I do everything wrong
I'm not good at much
Can't understand why
But I know I mess up
Because I sit here and cry
But it's okay, one day I'll be great
Someday I'll be good at more
Understand things and such
So I'll keep my head up.
Because I don't deserve what's happened in the past
But it's the present and I can't dwell on that
The future should be better
But I won't know till it comes
But hey it's me
I always find the way
The smile to show even on a bad day
It's me
I can do this
I can wipe away the tears
I can smile
Because it's me
I'm me
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Teen years
PoetryThis random poetry and stuff. I put so much emotion and thought into my work.. Everything has meaning