When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”
When someone asks, “Why are you crying?” my first answer is, “Me.”
When someone says, “There is no point,” my first reply is, “I agree.”
See, I’ve studied every other possible answer, but these are the ones I find most true.
When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”
Beautifully complex
Yet seemingly simple
It flows from fingers and mouths
It flows from metal and wood
It floats on the breeze
Swaying the leaves in the trees
A bow on a string
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
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.