Chatter.
None of it matters.
We talk so loud,
All we want is to be heard, to be listened to,
But it falls on deaf ears.
Vanish.
I want to vanish.
I wonder what it’d be like to disappear, to get up and go somewhere,
To be anywhere but here,
But alas, I have things to do and people to love,
So I remain.
Trapped
In this body,
In my home,
In my decisions,
By my phone,
Under your thumb,
Under the gun,
Under everything bigger and scarier than me,
Under the sun.
When I was young you taught me to be strong.
You told me nothing was there in the darkness that wasn’t there in the daylight, and I believed you.
But I see dark eyes at the end of my bed now, reminding me that you’re not here anymore, and I realize I was only strong because you were.
Tired of pretending I’m more than a teenage music nerd with an unhealthy coffee addiction and far too much time on my hands.
I’m not some deep, philosophical person, I don’t speak (or think) in poetry and I’m a lot more black and white than I often pretend to be.
I’m nothing but a small child growing up in the wild, a monkey being raised by the the One True King.
Best case scenario, I’m an afterthought, thrown into the mix last second for good measure.
Worst case scenario, I’m not a thought at all.
A Rambler In Bloom 