I squeal, jump and squeal some more
Then I hold myself off, telling myself to calm
But I can't as my heart races with excitement
And my mind is a fuzzy messAdrenaline
Yes, that's what it was
A feeling so foreign yet addictingBut then you came
Absorbing each ounce of joy
Leaving me emptyI don't understand
I won't ever understand
Why you can't understand
Why I can't explainWhy do I have to smile alone?
Why do I have to cry alone?
I want to stop these questions with no answers
But I can't
I know it's wishful thinking to believe that maybe
Maybe one day you will share the same joy as meBut right now I stare at a hopeless case
I'm tired of being happy
I'm tired of smiling
Because you made me realize
That I don't deserve to be happy on little things
The only happiness I was allowed was of your own benefitI refuse to succumb
I refuse to become nothing
But Honestly, I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of tears
I'm tired of explainingBecause for once, I want to be understood
For once I don't want to be like you
For once I want to be myself
Be proud of what I like and who I amI'm not little anymore
So you can't mold me to your will
So, I beg of you to stop trying
And let me be happy**********
Well, this poem is a mess. I'm just going to let you all interpret this in your own way.
So, how are you all? Tell me what's new?
Thank you for reading and supporting me. I just feel like saying this in every chapter because I really am thankful and I have no idea how to repay you.
Take care,
Anera
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ŞiirAge comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)