we are all so lost.
that’s the only thing i know i know.
being a kid is so scary.
i keep staying up all night,
listening to the same song for seven hours
so many times the beat is permanently ingrained in my mind
the next day i find myself tapping along on anything i can
with bags under my eyes just as heavy as my soul
and my mind racing, terrified of not becoming anything
the truth is i still don’t know who i am
but i have to pretend i do
because no matter how many times i’m told its okay
i’m just a kid
it never feels real
it feels like im falling behind in a race i can’t win
so i just sit on my bed
wrapped in memories of things i lost
and i write frantically
all the feelings making my chest tight
seeing them on a page makes them feel smaller
i still feel like i can only write in cliches
at least they’re mine