Mar 2017
At 10 years old, I argued for my time back. I don't to play piano anymore, I want my 10 000 hours back.
This is the brokenness I am
At 13 I had a double, nothing in common but the title of their being. And yet that is all it took to become nothing.
This is the brokenness I am
At 14 I spent time with a locker, the only friend I had in the jail of a building. A homeless student living amongst the rich.
This is the brokenness I am
At 15 I was trying to put life together, but it didn't work. Making myself angry about it. Maybe you don't have to accept that life doesn't like you, that people don't like you. That you don't like you.
*This is the brokenness I am
This is the brokenness I am
At 13 I had a double, nothing in common but the title of their being. And yet that is all it took to become nothing.
This is the brokenness I am
At 14 I spent time with a locker, the only friend I had in the jail of a building. A homeless student living amongst the rich.
This is the brokenness I am
At 15 I was trying to put life together, but it didn't work. Making myself angry about it. Maybe you don't have to accept that life doesn't like you, that people don't like you. That you don't like you.
*This is the brokenness I am
Wrote this a year ago. It's still very relatable. I think I was better at allusion when I wrote poetry back then.
