This isn't really a poem,
at least I don't think it is
just me being honest and true
about me and my life... Woohoo!

I'm doing okay I think,
sometimes I can be get depressed to the point of exhaustion
still haven't been able to cry and its been slowly tearing me apart.
But then sometimes ill be really happy and content.

It's weird but I guess it's human

A lot of people are disappointed in me,
not because of what I've done but rather what I haven't done?
I get where they are coming from but as long as I'm content what's the problem?

OH WELL!

Pretty excited for my birthday... The big ol' 18
getting pretty nostalgic for my teens, even though I'm still in them
I think ill miss it a lot honestly, maybe I'm just scared but there's fulfilment in that fear

it's human

Split nails, wonky hair
bent fingers, haunting glare

the broken boy, shattered by life
still whole outside, aware of the rest

digital style, fractured mind
overwhelming thoughts, built up inside

the broken boy, waiting for a release
hugging and screaming, begging for peace.

your fireworks scared my dog,
not cool.