Too young to be so sad
A little upset because our mothers didn't think we could tap into that emotion so much
Angry at the world for not making us feel better
Why were we so sad?
Because now the faded scars don't make sense,
Except for when the light is out and I'm all alone
Left to figure things out
with nothing to distract me from myself
I think about the past
and I realize why were so sad.

my favorite pass time
when i'm saturated in my loneliness
and the hands of the clock
tick, tick on by
and i've exhausted my
google searches
and facebook stalks
is to open
an anonymous
text chat website
and inquire into the hearts
of faces I have never
(and will never)
see:
what do you think
the meaning of life is?
I paste into every chat,
delivered to their
screens in less than seconds.

you can have the most
intriguing
eye opening
enlightening
conversations
with strangers.

because i get atheists,
and nonbelievers,
and pessimists,
and perverts,
and not one person
answers
the same.

and it's beautiful;
no life
could possibly hold
the same meaning.