Uploading a poem I wrote my freshmen year for the nostalgia of it. I graduate in a month! So happy to say I am much more confident and comfortable in my self now.

I am a little blue house
with orange pots beside my door.
I am a darker blue than the other houses
and I have dust on my wooden floor.

Sometimes people don't notice
my curling paint and broken sides
but the people who look closest
see the ugly I try to hide

Welcome to my brain
please leave your shoes behind
naked toes sink into carpeted thoughts
oh the terrible things you'll find.
phrases sit on wooden chairs
awaiting their release
anxiety clings tightly to my neck,
my thoughts are a disease

lets travel to my heart
it's placed inside a box
with tissues, apple cores, cough drops
and all the love I've lost.
my heart a petal of a flower
to be plucked by someone new
and afterwards it'll stand wilting
from love i thought was true.

further to my stomach
let the door click neatly behind
a jail i've always hated
here, i am confined
like looking in a distorted mirror
there’s always a dome of my skin
people tell me i'm skinny
but to me I'm never thin.

I love my little blue house, i say
but I know that's only a lie
i hate the picket fence
and ***** puddles slide from my eyes

I may not like my roof
(it's covered in raindrop spots)
But at least I like my color blue
and i like those orange pots.