You said I'm sweet as sugar.
But you'll get cavities if you have too much.
You said I'm soft as freshly baked bread.
But that gets stale after a while.
You said my smile is bright as the sun.
But that hurts your eyes if you look for too long.
You said you love me.
But that's not true.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
People often say "Stop and smell the roses!"
But everytime I try, they smell rotten.
Which confuses me, their supposed to smell nice right?
The scent makes me feel so scared, because, is something wrong with me?
Am I broken?
Why can't I smell the roses too?
Every day I try to smell them, catch that sweet, grounding scent.
But it just makes me wanna gag.
I wish I could smell what everyone else does.
I promise I try.
But no matter what,
The roses smell the same.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
Not a gaseous ball of fire.
But a bringer of light, and warmth.
Though I understand the sun is angry.
It grows our plants, and powers our buildings,
It melts our snow and uncovers our cities.
But we yell "It's too hot!" Or "It's too bright"
I want to help too.
But what if people yell at me?
I just wanted to help.
I don't wanna be the sun.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
A skinned knee, a bruised elbow.
I hurt myself today.
A paper cut, frostbite from the snow.
I hurt myself today.
Injuries from play.
I hurt myself today.
But my pain is only fleeting.
Laughing with friends I forget that;
I hurt myself today.
Alone in my room.
I hurt myself today.
Not from play, Not a scrape or bruise.
I hurt myself today.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:43 AM UTC