I want to stay up all night.
I want to write until my fingers bleed,
Painting with my blood,
And every part of me.
I want to know what it feels like to work hard,
Keep moving through and past the dark.
I want to go until my body breaks,
Destroy myself for something great.
Sleeping early is a sign of weakness.
I’m not good enough
If I don’t work myself sick,
But there’s still a me-sized dent in my bed,
Taunting me as my resolves reach their end.
I hate myself.
I don’t want to be anyone else,
But I wish I could escape me,
Stop being this lazy.
I used to say anything was possible,
But there’s a lot I can’t do,
Always thought I was motivated.
I guess that’s not true.
I’m a loser and I didn’t even know it.
I look in the mirror and hate that me,
But is she really who You see?
You see Your creation,
Tired and broken
But healed by salvation,
Worthy by Your hand,
Though on her own she can’t stand,
A girl doing what she can do,
A girl ready to live for You.
She fails again every day,
But You pick her up,
Just the same.
Tired, weary, and put to the test,
It’s only in You
That she can find rest.
I'm caught in the vortex
Of my own mind
Helpless frustration
All of the time
Everything I like is wrong
Not because it's bad
But just because
It never stops
I talk too much
They hate everything I say
And it hurts because I know
I know that I'm a pain
I'm too shy
I don't want to be afraid
But still meek anxiety
Drives me insane
I want to make everyone happy
Be everything for them
But I just keep on failing
Again and again and again
I got sucked down the vortex
Vortex of a teenage mind
In this rolling, racing vortex
Questions are all I can ever find
This crazy vortex
Feels like a roller coaster
I'll fight through what comes next
This isn't over
In this cold and lonely vortex
I'll never be alone
God is here beside me
Guiding me back home
A gentle breeze in my mind
The softest hand holds my heart
My life is in His grip
He's held me from the start
I'm caught in the vortex
Vortex of my racing mind
In this colorful vortex
Everything will turn out fine
We are the kids that never grew up
Another year
So much to fear
Resolutions and goals
Guess we were the fools
Diets stop within the week
Giving up on what we seek
Determined for a single day
Until it simply falls away
A new year
New failure
What we want to change
Always makes a point to stay
What we need to stay
Is bound someday to change
Time flows too fast
They'll fall away
They'll never last
Moving on without us
No one left to trust
When we're stuck here
Trapped by our fear
Running in circles alone
Trapped in this box we call home
Surrounded by the rolling racing tide
But we can't enjoy the ride
Right here we stay stuck
The kids who never grew up
They say we'll learn and grow
How do they know
They mock all of the adults
Who act like kids
Who won't give their all
Don't know how to exist
How long before that's you or me
Just when will we be
The kids who never grew up
Still we keep going
In the box, our own current flowing
The perfect future
We haven't found
Dusty wings brush the ground
Pulling, hoping, running, falling
Rushing, rising, living, flying
Maybe we didn't grow up
Maybe we're still stuck
In our quirky reality
But we can still be
The kids who rose above
The kids who never gave up
I hate waking up to your neatly made bed beside mine.
I hate how you're motivated all of the time.
I live on mac'n'cheese while you eat healthy.
I get frustrated and you overflow with positivity.
You can dance choreographed steps around me.
I don't even know about half of your hobbies.
Unlike my mess, you're always aesthetic.
You're so good at everything, it makes me sick.
I'm shaped wrong, but you're perfectly pretty.
You're always cute, not awkward like me.
You're so much faster than me.
You know exactly what you want to be.
You're two steps ahead of me.
I'm two steps behind you.
You're running away, I'm losing hope.
Please wait for me, where did you go?
I'm lost alone.
I don't know what to do.
I just want to be like you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why am I afraid to fall?
Mirror, mirror in my dream,
How come you don’t look like me?
Hundred versions of myself,
Each and every one needs help.
I’m scared of what tomorrow brings.
I know I can’t do everything.
I don’t want to waste my time,
Winter worries to lost sunshine.
Mirror, mirror, go away.
Don’t ruin me, don’t waste the day.
Mirrored wall breaking down,
I think at last I hit the ground.
I want to run away.
Why does ordinary have to be reality?
I wish I were insane.
Logical thoughts hold me back.
Why do I have to be a good kid?
It would be so much easier
If I didn't care.
I wish I didn't care.
I want to run away
But everything holds me back.
I can only escape
Into the grotto of my mind
But it's lonely up there.
I want to share it with you.
Should I share it?
Please be my escape.
Can we run away together
Right where we are?
Anxiety
I want to scream
Everything is impossible
I want to be it all
But I'm nothing
Just drowning
Running out of time
Can't keep myself in line
I need to hold on
But I'm falling apart
Maybe I should let go
But I don't know where to start
And it kills me to be like this
Writing another depressing poem
About everything and nothing
Seemingly real problems
That don’t exist
But I need to get it out
Sometimes I want to run away
But the person I really need to escape is me
I could leave it all behind
To have a great adventure
But I'd still be by myself
My thoughts wheeling faster
I just want to go
But I know I won't
Why am I such a good kid
Why do I have to care about others’ feelings
Why do I have to feel my own
I need an escape
I used to find it in my mind
But now everything is so tangled
I’d get lost up there
I guess I'll just keep going
On this rocky path
I'll work until I am everything I want to be
It might be the wrong mentality
But determination can't hurt
If I'm already broken
I'll keep pursuing my dreams
And try to enjoy the journey
Even when it feels like the earth
Is swallowing me
I can't run away
But maybe I can fly to new heights
Someday
Am I mad?
This is a story told fictionally
About an insane girl named me.
Up is down, down is up.
Stop is go, go is stop.
The story happens in my head.
Is it real?
Am I real
Or am I dead?
My thoughts are one psychotic pool
And me, the fool,
Writing them out so they look cool.
Am I thoughtful?
Am I deep,
Or is this just cheap,
A plastic cover
Over my ravings and my rhymes
At the most confusingly normal of times.
I'm exhausted.
What are these emotions?
Where did they come from?
I feel so happy
I want to cry,
But I'm all heavy and helpless.
I want to cry.
All I can do is live,
But why do I live so slowly?
I want to fly,
But I keep pulling myself down.
How do I get out of my way?
This is all nothing.
I'm making it up in my head
But it feels so real.
Why do I almost like it?
A hundred words I'm trying to say
Blare in my ears,
But I can feel the immense silence
Behind them.
Am I really saying anything?
I want to pour my heart out,
To write my every feeling,
But I don't know where to start
Or where to go.
Is this real?
I don't understand.
I don't know.
But there's a pencil in my hand
And I'm holding on to it.
Holding on to my words,
All of the colorful thoughts in my mind.
Holding on to each smile
That floats me through the day.
Holding on.
I guess I'll start there.
Ugh.
I want to scream
Or cry.
My mind is fuzzy.
I want to sleep,
But dreams are better
In the day.
Every morning
I think, ‘This is the day.
Today I'll do everything right.’
Every night
I feel heavy as a weight.
‘Sleep tonight,
I'll do tomorrow right,’
I always tell myself.
So the cycle goes.
Filled with painful ninety percents
On schoolwork
And too many saves on Pinterest.
In between.
My words mean nothing.
I say what I'll do
To start or end the circular day,
But I never do it.
I say it to keep my wheels turning.
I don't want to stop moving.
Even if I ride in the same old ruts
Over and over again,
At least I'm moving.
The circle grows smaller
Little by little.
I'm growing dizzy.
I spiral smaller and smaller
And soon I'll have nowhere to go.
Dizzy, so dizzy.
I need to get out.
I need to break free.
These ruts,
Why do they hold me?
I'm done
Running in circles.
There are infinite tomorrows,
More blank pages,
New roads to explore.
A whole future for me to write.
I need to start somewhere.
I'll go for today
Before today is yesterday.
It might be scary,
But I'm so dizzy there are stars in my eyes,
So I don't care.
I'm going for it.
The rut is broken.
No more, 'This or that will be the time.’
This
Is
The time.
Now my head is clear.