it's too loud.

every thought
stop talking, you're weird
in my head
they don't listen
increases volume
louder. louder.
by the second.

it's getting too loud.
too much.

am i too much?

different shades of blue
represent different things to me.

that beautiful baby blue
that you see
on those instax polaroid cameras
reminds me of concerts,
my friends,
and the colour of sweetness.

the bright blue sky --
it's such a gorgeous shade
one that reminds me
that the world is
a massive place
and there's plenty to explore.

that deep navy tone,
one that's usually found
in the night sky
or those dark wash jeans --
the ones shoved in the back of your dresser.

that particular shade
reminds me of loneliness.

im not quite sure why,
but the night sky is a big place,
home to more stars than we can count.

it must feel lonely up there --
dark,
with no one around.

the sky really is the limit up there.

my tears
they fall
until i crumble.

like that leaf
i picked up in the forest
and it just
crumbled in my hands.

i crumble
like that leaf.

its very easy --
to get obsessed,

getting obsessed
...but with writing?

it can hurt.

because it becomes
your only way
to cope,
to stay sane --

to be okay.

and its hard to
open up to people
after writing for so long.


and having paper
be the only one
who truly understands.

its difficult to be
vulnerable and open
about your feelings
and opinions
when writing them
is all you know.

the thoughts
they just keep on racing,
like they're all competing --
winner gets the reward of
tears flowing.
emotions non-stop.
no runner ups.

and they wont stop.
why wont they stop?

i feel so...
out of place here.
its like they forget
my name
and why im even
there.

my friends forget
im in class
becuase im in the corner,
always
too
quiet.

maybe i need to talk more.
maybe i need to scream how i feel.
maybe i should sit with them...

i know it would solve
this issue
but..
would it really?

i am just known
as the quiet kid
among many.