Fainting Goat

to tell a story 

                    is to give life — 

I never thought I'd be 16

nor thought the grass would still be green.

At 5 I met my oldest friends

who I still talk to now and then.

At 6 and 7, all through 10

Nostalgic blurs remain of them.

I’m afraid.

What if one day I am unable to get motivation,

That I am no longer capable of feeling happy?

I'm afraid

That every thought will come to life and haunt me over and over.

I listen to music 

On the bus 

With my teal earbuds. 

The songs 

Do not drown out the noise