twenty-three
i feel much older

too much has happened
too many have gone

no one my age
is like me

i should just walk into the woods
once my father dies who will miss me

i’m too different  
i’m too damaged
i’m too weird

have you
done half of the things
that shame me
i’ve done them all

i’m sorry
i’m not good enough

you’re sorry i’m not different

i’m afraid
we get married
you start hitting me

i can’t control anything anymore