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I stare out of the car window, 

with my life anthem 

blasting in my ears, 

but not quite loud enough 

to drown out the sound 

of my dad talking to my cousin. 

I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they need to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

It's that time of year again

where some "news" are formed

and some "olds" are forgotten.

The faces of friends

become familiar again,

while last year's math formulas

do not.

We come together

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy, 

I am 15, a rising sophomore struggling mentally. Can’t motivate myself to do much, still dreading the first day of school. I often find the phrase “I can’t” pouring out of my mouth as I feel out of control, laying in my mom’s arms.