thirteen.

i was thirteen when i wrote this..it still applies.

I don’t feel like me
Or anyone I should be
Somethings different something wrong
Like the lyrics changed to my favorite song
Please don’t say im fine, it will be ok
Don’t stare at me, or look away
Can you look past my skin
Try and look deep within
Im not ok its not just fine
Unrippined taken from the vine
Can you help me find myself
It has to be me. No one else
Maybe I need to do this on my own
Just find my won personal zone.
Where I can think about everything
I wont hear the doorbell ring.
Let me sing my own song
Stop saying your right and im wrong
I am not me
Or anyone I should be.

i dont know what to do.

do i call you? will you answer?
do i pretend that i never saw your name?
am i supposed to pretend you never left me?
i have so many questions to ask you.

why

fyi:

this is not a day to day update of my life.


I let my anger out with words, not punches.
frustration + me = heavy typing.


you might get ditched for word. just saying.