Writing

I want to write something beautiful

but I don't have anything beautiful inside me.

This spring it has been cloudy and rainy almost everyday,

but oh...those sunny days.

I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time

I watch the girl in the mirror decaying 

She's replaying every word she's heard 

The world saying 

About her eyes

Her Lips

I feel lost

I feel afraid 

What if I'm not good enough?

What if they don't like me?

What if they think I'm too weird?

What if they think I'm mean?

One day, we will live a life that is actually free

One day, we will be able to be ourselves without being afraid

One day, we will be able to speak our minds

One day, we will decide our own futures

But

wrap your laced-up fingers around my throat like you don’t want to breathe,

hold my pupils in your palms. do you want to smile?

amnesia. the brain doesn’t like the watercolour poem of my skeletal frame,

As the school year winds down,

So do I -

And yet

The homework

Does not.

We are saying goodbye

To beloved interns -

Beloved teachers -

If only for the summer -