Beatrice
“The bringer of joy”
That doesn’t quite feel right
I’ve been told my smile lights up the room
But who am I to believe that my existence would be the pinnacle of bright?
And maybe that is the catch
In order to bring others joy I may not give it to myself
Maybe my gift is only to be shared with someone else
Maybe to be the bringer of joy
Is to be the recipient of sorrow
Or perhaps it’s simply a name,
And means nothing at all
It's not all the grownups,
But it's too many.
Nothing is how it should be.
The world is heating.
The government collapsing.
Yet we,
We are only overreacting.
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
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