i’m younger than you’d ever guess
yet i feel older than time
my head is kicked around like a soccar ball
but trust me, i feel fine.
my parents used to abuse me physically but i didn’t mind
because the worst pain was emotional
ask the doctor who doesn’t know i’m dying
because depression is just a phrase people use to pass as hip
but when someone says it on a serious note you make like their hope
and dip
but me,
i’ve been seeing this since i was four years old
never could express my blessings because they were wrapped in the cold
but i’m fine
i still purge every once in a while
but i’m sharing
some thay counts for something
right?
i guess i’m growing,
i’m not a poet
but i occasionally rhyme
i’m not a sharer
but i guess this right here proves that statement to be a lie