Shut up.
Shut up.
The voices get louder.
A million people that do not exist outside of my head.
They tell me things.
They make me do things.
I have no way to fight them.
I can’t get a single word in.
It doesn’t matter anyways.
I may win the battle, but in the end, they always win the war.
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
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