Writing

I don't know

what's going on.

I am stressed

not consciously

but nevertheless...

I had a dream

they were all fighting

some sort of twisted combination

my school life

orchestra life

When did I become

the kid who skips Halloween?

The kid who asks

to be picked up early from parties

agrees in the first place only because

she feels obligated?

When did I become 

Today,

I told my dad about something I made.

I told him it was the second best in my class.

And I was proud of it.

But he said to put in more effort. 

Always live with love and logic.

It’s never enough.

I sit on the floor, listening to Frank Sinatra,

Waiting for words to combine themselves,

Typing and deleting sentences because they aren’t ‘enough’.

Us humans

continue to put together

our puzzle

piece by piece.

And that puzzle?

The final picture is

freedom.

It spells out the

word, each letter

in blue

F

R

E

E