"Sitting here,
In the halway.
Alone,
Empty.
Eighteen.
And I don't feel like this is right,
Like I should live my life that way.
Eighteen.
And no flirts,
No flirts with anyone.
What's wrong with me ?
Empty,
That's what my life is.
Boring,
That's how I see myself.
Nothing to tell,
To anyone,
To anybody,
Event to myself.
What should I do ?
What should I change ?
Who should I become ?
I know, I know
« Do not change who you are
Someone's gonna love you
For who you really are ».
But who am I ?
And who is that person ?
I've been waiting for so long
Again, I know
« Stop looking for it,
The more you try
The less you'll find ».
Yeah,
Bullshit.
I need him
Right now.
Not in weeks,
Not in months.
No.
I need him
Right now.
But he's not here.
And I'm mad.
Mad at someone
Who's not even a part of my life,
Yet.
Or never.
Yeah,
Whatever ."
Octobre, 15th 2020
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Overthinker
PoetryI'm not pretending to be a writer. It's just me and my thoughts. A mix of what pops into my head When I'm alright or when I'm broke. If you can relate to my words, Just remember : You are not alone.
