i lost myself
in this maze
filled with glorified teenagers
left to expect
they are better than everyone
even though we know
why they picked up
that joint
even though we know
they cried their eyes out
at an 85 percent
i lost myself
passing by the angry riots
of drunken loyalty
and honors classes
overflowing with students
of anxiety and depression
in the halls of
shoving kids
on their way to wherever
with minds filled with wonder
when someone told them
that their presence wasn't needed
asking if they were joking or not
i scattered pieces of myself
along those
who claimed benches
and wore their rags of loyalty
cause they were proud
to be apart of that family
like breadcrumbs
i guide myself through
this place
with walls of thorns
filled with tired teachers
and tired adults
i lost myself
through the numbers
of the rising
i lost myself
in all of this fighting
and we're only left
to high five ourselves
for being stupid
laugh when they
give us the consequences
because we all
had some familiar feeling
of failure
the expectation to lose
in this
comparison of each other
i lost myself
in the insecurities
of a maze
that only grows
as you walk
and even i wonder
if i will
survive through it as well.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
