Sometimes Alone and alienated

Applaud The poet.

Is there not a sun to light the way?

Too weird for the cool kids.

Because you care, you stop to listen.

Somewhere in the past...

It's confusing

You write numbers like it’s the air you breathe

I live in a world where your worth is based off of the flatness of your stomach

My mind, my mind

If only it were a bit easier,

I try to write stories