Juin Jun 15
As I turn a year older
I hope to have a wiser mind
I wish to have stronger will
A chance to be happier

As I turn a year older
I want the next to be as fulfilling as this
To say goodbye to my old self
Knowing that I evolved into something better
  Dec 2017 Juin
and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."
  Dec 2017 Juin
Loneliness is;

Being surrounded by a wealth of people
Forever feeling so poor.
To observe and have so much to say
Communication a chore

The gulf of distance between two friends
Despite being so close
The desire to celebrate and entertain
But nobody to host

To be sat in the warm glow of the fire
But feel so bitter with cold
See life going on all around you
Never truly in the fold.

To know of your family's embrace
But never be held.
To understand the beauty of colour,
But only see grey.

I am here,
Can you see me?
Do I matter
To any degree?
  Dec 2017 Juin
No one understands me.
I am,
a piece of unfathomable information,
an unsolvable math equation,
an indescribable organism,
a question incapable of answers,
a mystery unsolved,
the artifact never touched,
a forest uninhabited,
the thoughts no one think of,
the water no one swims in,
the ground no one walks on,
the dreams no one dreams of,
a story never thought of,
a map no one follows.

No one understands me.
I am simply there,
as a person,
walking down the halls,
crossing the street,
taking the bus.

I am simply
just there
as I always am.
And I know
that no one gets me.
I just don't want
to do anything about it.

So I remain a wonder to this world.

  Dec 2017 Juin
Stephanie Franco
Sometimes I have good days
Where I feel like sadness
Has absolutely no way of catching up to me.
But then there are other days...
Those days of blank emotions
And completely disassociating myself
From the rest of the world.
I don’t feel real.
I feel numb and loose.
And I drown myself in defeat.

These feelings-
They come out of nowhere
To a point where I feel alone
In a crowd of lonely people
Who are just trying to get by their days
With the same old routines
And the same old smiles.
Sadness is a funny thing, I guess
Oh, the irony.
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