honesty


i like my poems to
be honest.

but people tell me
honesty is triggering.

so i will write about
flowers and love and summertime
and you will give me praise,
saying i am so creative.

please don't pity me.
i might punch a wall.

am i sick?
am i such a horrible person
for talking about things
that no one else wants to talk about?

yes.

because i am honest.

i am triggering.

and you should only read the 
poems that don't sound like
they were written 
at 3:27am.

i don't want to hurt anybody.
i don't want to i swear.
but i know that it's not my poems
that are triggering.
it's me.

so i will write about
flowers and love
and death
and summertime
and you will praise me
and i will be happy.
 

ivyparks

VT

15 years old

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