Dramatic456

People always tell me I’m making mistakes.
Is it really necessary to say it?
I thought that was part of being young,
learning from your screw-ups.
Everything’s a mistake these days –
what I want to do in life,
what I believe,

I never know when to stop running

Through meadows and deserts
Through mountains and oceans
My feet never stop moving
Never stop chasing
Never stop running
Never stop

I hear voices rise in horror

The Holy Trinity
The Three Musketeers
The Three Stooges
The Golden Trio
The Three Graces
And us

The flirt
The social butterfly
The awkward one

The student council leader
The perfect example

It's not always outright hatred.
It's not always flat-out disgust.
It's not always flaming anger.

It's the little things.

"It's fine, just don't talk about it."
"You don't know yet. It's a phase."

People always tell me
You’re too young, you don’t understand.
You don’t need to hear this.
I’ll explain when you’re older.
Leave it to the adults.

You know what?
I won’t.
I refuse.

Alone in my room
Laying on my bed
Eyes closed
Breathing slow

Sunlight is streaming in
After last night’s storm
That rendered me broken

The birds are singing
Their voices no longer blocked by the thunder