Coco

They're obsessed with social media and two-second dating

we talk about climate change and ski racing

they'll talk about what they're supposed to

we'll talk about the world's problems and what to do

To be chosen. 
 

That's all I wish for — to be someone's first choice. 

I watch from afar, lost in a sea of the bittersweet feeling 

As others are always chosen first, but never me, 

Silence spreads. 

It blankets churning mouths like grazing cows come frost.

Never has the silence echoed so. 

Rain patters down on doorsteps 

Houses, roofs and windows

Every where it clatters down 

Diminishing the rainbows 

Houses moan and creek 

Groaning with agony 

Sidewalks take the pain

It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim. 

I’m always performing.  

The pressure is suffocating.