tell me that i am
not okay
i mean
am i valid enough
to be labeled
to be put in a jar
of "sick" kids
i dont know if im sick
i know somethings wrong
but ive been told my
whole life im just
dramatic
loud
too much
attention seeking
i want your eyes on me
to see me
so see me
its hard to tell
if i want to date her
or be her
its hard to tell
if i want to date him
or be him
who am i?
i keep myself the same
because im afraid if i change
i will lose you
i love spring
anyone who knows me knows that
i love how the butterflies swarm me
and the pixies make you cough
and how you can taste summer
in the sweet honeydew maple air
on the other side of autumn
breathing in
breathing out
i have a dream
for myself
when im double my age
anxiety still choking me
making it hard to breathe
on my own now
maybe a lover
maybe not
an actor
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