Let my words reach you
As your words reach me,
Let us teach
Each other lessons
Through our writing
Let us help each other
Through hard times
And understand each other
When we make no sense.
Let us write poetry.

You would never know
By my silence
And my smile.
That I hate myself
And I hate everyone else, too.

You would never know
By the way he drinks his alcohol
Every night,
That he wakes up early every morning,
To water his daughter's memorial flowers.

You would never know
By the way she laughs at others
That she is afraid.
That one day,
She will receive the laughter.

You would never know
By the exposing clothing she wears
That when she was younger
Her stepfather
Taught her a lesson.

You would never know
By the way he bullies others
That when he goes home
His father,
Bullies him.

You would never know
Just by looking at us,
That we are all messed up.

When I was little,
A year seemed like infinity.
I had time to run around
And do what I wanted.
But now,
I am older.
And a year from now,
I will face new challenges.
But I'm not ready.
The time is going by too fast.
And I just can't seem
To run fast enough.

How easy it would be,
To cry myself to sleep
After a bad day.
But I won't.
Even when I'm all alone.
I tell myself I'm too strong to cry.
But the truth is,
I'm saving these bad day tears
For a special moment.
The day the dam will burst.
The worst day of my life.
The day I lose you.
And it has not come yet.

I try my best at everything.
I push myself to my greatest lengths.
I always get back up,
When I fall down.
Something good may happen,
Every once in a while.
And I feel okay for some time.
But then it happens again.
I fall.
I tumble.
I crash and burn.
I cannot stop falling.
I cannot stop failing.

But,
What if we have it all wrong?
What if reality,
Isn't what we think?
What if our dreams were reality?
A world where we can fly,
Lounge above the clouds
Have super powers,
Fall in love with no complication,
Always beat the bad guy.
Why do we always-
Have to accept that we are stuck,
In such a horrible world
When we have the power to go other places?
Why can't sometimes,
We just dream?

"You don't look like you write poetry.."
Well, why not?
Is it because I am an athlete?
Is it because you misinterpret my personality?
Is it so hard to believe,
I can put my thoughts down
In a way I feel better?
Tell me,
Tell me please.
What does a poet look like?
Do all of them look the same?
Act the same?
Messy hair and beanies.
Scarves and hot tea.
Hipsters.
Suicidal or lovestruck.
Black or white.
The "artsy" types.
Typical stereotypical ideas of poets.
But we are not the same.
We are all different,
Except for one thing,
We all understand each other.
So please never judge me again,
Just because you don't understand
Our world.