I ache with this…
Words scream out of my mouth with no meaning.
There is no sound compared to the things I seem to say.
I am sorry it is meaner than it seems to be.
Unfortunately, I cannot pretend to be happy When I am not.
This is not me.
Anger does not fill my young veins.
Hatred should not live in my wild heart.
I should never have to endure this stupid, pitiful feeling,
This feeling that detaches me from myself. This bone-chilling mask of carelessness.
I am an egg,
A carefree one, in fact. This is me.
I can’t sing, but I love to sing.
I write because it is my passion.
I love too easily and forgive others before myself.
I seek diversity in life and embrace all that meets me.
I get shy but not for too long because I want others to feel my difference.
I smile at the sunset because, oh wow, you’re one of a kind.
I am sorry that those of you who do not know me,
Let me laugh for every reason and not just one.
I love the adventure-seeking and dreams.
But for now,
Let me grieve, let me sleep, leave me alone.
For he is gone to never return.