Writing

Today I aimed to choose joyfulness.

I slept in an extra hour, pulled the death out my face, and put on what I thought was special.

I was ecstatic, laughing and giggling,

Give me what I earned

if you don't think it's good enough it's not

nobody cares when popularity cries

screams from implosion

it's all about the side characters

I'm not conceited

Getting

older

feeling age pass by without a second thought

I cry on my birthday

I'm not fifteen yet

I don't want to grow up

I don't want to have to worry about Big Decisions

I don't want to leave

Walking

On stone-packed ground,

Feeling the glorious sunlight and its warmth.

One step 

At a time.

Walking,

Verse one

 It had seemed as if,

 We would be together, 

Forever,

 But forever to me, 

Was only four years,

And now, 

You're Leaving... 

 Pre Chorus 

The way that people talk and write about college made me think I knew what I was in for. But it’s a Wednesday night in April, and I’ve finished all of my homework for the day, so I’m in a restaurant alone.