• So I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in what I had to say.
    It’s not much; just something that I think should be out there, as a word.

    Why.

    Not a question, not a problem, at least not yet.
    But it means too much while meaning too little.
    I hate it.
    And love it.

    It bothers me. Haunts me. Follows me.
    I can’t escape, and I don’t want to.
    Sometimes

    Occasionally

    Never something to be questioned seeing as it is a question unto itself.
    Does it ruin lives?
    Will it ruin mine?

    Or fuel it, drive it, push me to finding more…?

    I don’t know
    And I don’t want to
    Sometimes

    Occasionally

    Alone
    I do not feel safe/ it tears me apart.
    Because it is something that means everything and nothing to others.

    Do I think big?
    Can a 15 year old have perspective?
    Would anyone listen/ are my ideas that different
    Sometimes

    Occasionally

    I let myself wonder

    Why?