Writing

Every day, I sit and stare

at you talking about what others consider nonsense. 

I'd call you a wordsmith,

Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue. 

I hunch in the corner of the group,

I came to sit by you everyday,

Listening to your laugh,

Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,

Knowing you don't feel the same. 

I have never wanted

Something more than I do now

The problem is

I don't know what

I don't know what

I long for

What I reach for

It's like a dream

Blurry and unrecognizable

I want this thing

verse 1:

I stand alone in this empty field

Wondering what it would be like

If we were all hand in hand

If we were all so nice

There's so much hatred in this world

And yet, so I see

There you go again:

Reciting beautiful words 

that no one cares about.

My broken mouth waits impatiently;

Your swift fingers sewed it shut 

Now I am a teen

Thirteen years old

Childhood has been left behind

My story has been told

I don't have too much time left

I think about it every night

So let me share my stories