Every day I spend
Afraid
Of what you might do to me
Every word you say is like a gunshot
To the chest.
At last after three years of you
I am done.
After three years
Of trying to keep my cool
I lost it.
All of the rage
Stored over the course of three years
Finally boils over.
I scream.
I scream as loud as I humanly can.
Letting all of the fear
Hatred
And anxiety
Finally come out
Like a volcano erupting.
I lose control.
Because I have had
Enough.
I am a thinker.
I think about big problems in the world and how to fix them.
Like climate change, evolution, the state of humanity as of now.
I write stuff down, half-finished thoughts scribbled, or typed on the page.
I am 15, that's young.
I have just started high school and am experiencing a lot of firsts right now.
Yet at the same time some days feel weird.
Everyday I fight a hidden fight.
you wouldn't know it.
I hide it,
At school,
In class
at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears
of pain
anger
because I have hearing loss.
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