More Than A Poem

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Okay, so this may not be a ligitimate poem, but it's something I think about.

And it's important to me.

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Right now, I'm by myself.

Seems pretty sad right? Don't feel sorry for me though, I don't like pity.

I just moved, so no friends to speak of, all alone for the entire summer.

I feel pretty bad at times, everyone has their ups and downs.

I don't want to admit, but sometimes, I'm scared.

Scared of my parents divorcing, I hear lots of parents do so when they move and jobs aren't coming easy.

Scared of becoming someone I'm not, more scared than I should be.

Scared of doing something I'll regret.

Scared if I'm going to think like this for as long as I live.

My imagination runs wild, not with rainbows and smiling faces, but with despair.

My mind goes straight to the bad things, the worst that could happen.

That's why I listen to music.

I drown in it. It washes away everything, because when you listen to it, you can't hear your own thoughts.

You can only listen to lyrics and nothing else.

Same with Youtube videos, when you hear people's voices you don't think about yourself, your life, your troubles.

All you do is listen.

And it helps to block everything out.

When I write something like this I'm letting it out. I'm letting random people I don't even know read my emotions.

Essentially, figure out who I am.

It's scary to say the least.

It's difficult to know that your heart and soul is on a silver platter, awaiting to be torn apart.

But, I'm okay.

I don't know why I'm still okay after writing this. But I am and I'm glad.

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