Zemira

No.

No, no, no, no!

It can't be December,

not yet.

Because just a minute ago, 

we were going back to school shopping.

And now we're almost halfway through the year?

It doesn't make sense.

Slow and drawn out

the aftermath of recovering from harsh conditions

yet still standing

the beauty of ancient strength and wisdom radiating from it

yet still full of surprises

still going

still growing

Mom

It's getting worse

I hate 

the way my tummy rolls when i sit in this chair and how i feel guilty when i eat a whole bag of peeler gummies and when i don't eat because i hate how i look in the mirror

Dad 

tired sighs

jokes and smiling

but sad behind those eyes

don't even know how you're okay

are you?

In the last 12 months,

I've realized a lot of things.

I realized that those closest to us can also hurt us.

I realized that people are liars.

I realized that the world is broken.

They called me twisted,

Said that something was wrong with me.

Is there?

Is there really something wrong with the things I wish to voice?

I wrote things down.