life is a teenage boy.
every day it breaks my heart.
every day is a fight out of bed.
every day i wonder if i'm worth being faithful to...if i am a prize...if i'll always be the prettiest.

life is my mother;
abusive and loud,
vein and possessive.
one day life wants to hug me
and then pushes me hard.
life wants a storm every
other day because life collects my tears for fun.

life is me wishing you understood
how much i love you but realizing actions are important.
life is dealing with the truth that you're afraid of me.
life is me having to put in effort while having a weight so heavy and so invisible...on my chest.

life isn't about me.
my life isn't about me.
my life is not about me, at all.