i'm too young
to know
to understand
a ******* thing
i'm just wandering blind
as if i might just run into a solution
i'm 19 years old, for ***** sake!
shouldn't i be to the point where i can reach a revelation about who i am?
should i not be past the point in which i spend countless nights crying
wishing that i could possibly slip out of this life unnoticed?
no,
here i am again
writing ****** poetry that i wish i could let someone read with my true name attached
no,
i'm stuck in a rut
stuck in a place where i will never change, never become more
although the entirety of my existence is wishing for that
every single cell inside this body is convulsing with the need to be something
more
than just me.