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
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
