I

"He managed to say it with so much conviction.
I believe it is true."


Telling myself it doesn't matter,
Yeah, right,
In a few years time, maybe.
When I look back at this period of my life,
I'll probably laugh and say how naive I was.
Look at myself in the mirror and mock myself,
Haha, you were once a kid too.

But now is not a few years later,
It is now.
Embarrassed myself more than once,
With my less-than-controllable emotions.
Volatile like the sea during a storm,
Hurt and get hurt easily.
All I want to do now is cry,
Over myself.
I have grieved me,
And I have grieved over me.

I..,
.....

Somewhat Pissed Off

What is wrong with me?
Nothing is out of ordinary,
Yet my heart felt so wrong,
Troubled,
Aching,
Like so out of place.

The irritating feeling
That wouldn't stop bugging me.
I can't sleep or eat in peace.
Am I sick...?
I am tired of being tired,
I'll rather be tired from doing something worthwhile.

I feel I am catching the air,
I know I am catching something,
But,
What is it???????????