i
love
overreacting
very much so i'd say
everyone would agree
although i hate them all
there are times i think to myself
these are the people who make my life
easier by noticing what i need someone to
no they may not make me happy all the time
this is a fact but that is not necessarily a bad thing
its almost perfect even if you try to think about it all
oh but it is exactly what i have wanted from the beginning
no one of the face of this planet could try and take it from me now

i'll stop being mopey
i don't mean to just blow up
i just think and i think and i think
and i still don't think enough

i'm sorry i got so angry
i didn't mean to take things so far
i just hurt so much
that i forget to do my part

i really don't wanna hurt you
that is never my intention
but i still do it don't i
so am i apologizing for attention

i really don't know
but i really hope not
i genuinely don't like myself right now
and i do want to stop

i get the birthday crown
flashing billboard screaming
COME SAY SOMETHING
even when i don't really want them to

words on paper
words on a screen
changing in the medium
doesn't change what it means
however it does
give you a secret to keep
that your handwriting is so bad
that when you use a pen it screams

i'm smarter than i look
i like to read books
sometimes i cook
i've never slept in a nook
my family's a bunch of crooks
my poems will leave you shook
AP World History is the longest exam i've ever took
i don't know how to tie on a fish hook
i really didn't understand the babadook
never had a friend named brook
or brooke
i think there is a kind of fish called a snook
they call me sierra because the name shtook

when i was young
i used to love the idea of storytelling
in fact i told a few of my own

but all of the lies
caught up to me eventually
and out of those tall tales i've grown

sure you can trick em
a good couple times
but then they will get sick of the joke

why would
anybody laugh at a punchline
that they already know

i used to say
i wanted to pain to go away
but now that it is gone
nothing fills its place

i used to pray
that on some hopeful day
that my worries would vanish
and my sadness could fade

now i seem to crave
the hurt and the heart ache
as opposed to this dullness
this void-inducing haze

even as things seem to change
i notice how they just stay the same
either way i yearn
for a reason to stay

edges begin to fray
the only color i know is gray
i've always had this will
how come i can never find the way