Fainting Goat

Beautifully complex

Yet seemingly simple

It flows from fingers and mouths

It flows from metal and wood

It floats on the breeze

Swaying the leaves in the trees

A bow on a string

Ya know

Sometimes I don’t think

That things will ever get better

Sometimes I don’t see

How they really could

But I’m not always like that

Sometimes I think

“Maybe someday”

“Maybe it will improve”

Hello

My name is Jaden

I am fifteen

And this is a poem

About me

About how I feel

Being a teenager

In 2025

Distance

Rain

Endless nights

With no end in sight

I’ve been told I’m not worth it
 

Am I really going to listen to the words of

Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human

Sometimes
I wake up
And I just can’t
I can’t get up
I can’t go to school
I can’t go get my meds
Why?
Because sometimes
It’s too much
Accepting this world
Is just too much
And I just can’t
Make myself

Blood

Hands

I look around

How did I

Get here

No

How did we

Get here

To this place of

Rioting

Festering

Loathing

Hatred

When I was young