I cannot sleep
Once again.
I lie awake
Wishing I could see
The stars.
Instead I see
This room and
Its hideous orange walls.
The walls seem to move
Closing in around me.
I’m so accustomed
To these bouts of
Insomnia
That I no longer
Question
When I start
To laugh hysterically.
On the walls
My mom’s paintings
Seem to laugh back.
Ya know
Sometimes I don’t think
That things will ever get better
Sometimes I don’t see
How they really could
But I’m not always like that
Sometimes I think
“Maybe someday”
“Maybe it will improve”
Hello
My name is Jaden
I am fifteen
And this is a poem
About me
About how I feel
Being a teenager
In 2025
Distance
Rain
Endless nights
With no end in sight
I’ve been told I’m not worth it
Am I really going to listen to the words of
Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human
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