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Mac Millon Feb 2017
You’re all i think about now
It’s almost an illness
If it weren’t so **sweet
Mac Millon Feb 2017
Listening to the sounds
Hearing them directed around me
I’m alive
I’m dead
The cat would understand
I'm in a box
Mac Millon Feb 2017
I am thinking
I am shrinking
I am freaking
I am normal

I am depressed
I am complexed
I am compressed
Is this normal?

I am tired
I am expired
I am undesired
This can’t be normal
a poem about angsty teens.
Mac Millon Feb 2017
**** no
Not again
Possible darkness at the end
Happiness begins and the trial extends
You start to depend
Fending off the end because that’s where it begins
Darkness sets in
Removing the lens and finding happiness within.
Traveling within instead of without
No doubt
This is where happiness begins and the trail never ends
Was in my feels

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