Book Of Poems

Hazy

Hazy, hazy, hazy

Everywhere I turn, it's hazy

I can't remember the faces

Or the names

But I remember the feelings

The friendships

The trust

But I was too young to cherish it all

Only a toddler in a grown up world

Only a kid who wanted to go play

A little girl who wanted to be one of the guys

The names were never very important

I could just walk up and say something

What would I say?

The words are gibberish

The faces are a blur

The moments that most likely made who I am

All hazy

Just hazy, hazy, hazy

Always the best parts are hazy

Even now, the best things are hazy

How I started writing

How I started talking to my friends

All hazy like smoke

But the moments of fear or pain

How I was overwhelmed by sadness

How I made one mistake to lead to the end

All clear like water

"Brain does it for survival"

I'll flow with that for two seconds

I'll pretend that has to be the case

What my brain does it because of fear

Fear of sadness

Having lost those friendships

Having lost that trust

Having lost myself

What if my brain is making my memories hazy

To just make my feelings hazy?

Everything

Hazy, hazy, hazy