18
Here's to 18 years,
18 years of pain,
18 years of hell,
18 years to me fighting for my life,
18 years of education and many more years to come,
18 years of me, wondering where I will be when I am 25,
18 years of me, wondering if I will actually publish a book,
18 years of me still trying to figure out my life,
18 years of me.
A single human,
That has so many contradictions within her,
One that loves weird foods like pickles and parmesan cheese.
I am just one weird individual that loves to read and write.
Yet, I can never stand in front of a class of people and speak.
Yes, sweet 18, every human loves it.
And yet, some people dread it.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
