2:41 am is quite the time
To let your thoughts wander
Until they become slime
That seeps through your skin
Until you can take it no more
And must take a note for a min.
This is the worst it's been in a while
I want to ask you for help
But I think you'd find that vile
I thought about things today
That I haven't in a long time
Including "Oh my" I'd say
And middle school years
Rebellious and Oblivious
I miss innocence, not careers
Letting my emotions take control
I make a puzzle of words
That act as a gate to my soul
I wish you'd read this now
And hold me tight as ever
But who you are keeps changing.