Sitting in class,
thinking about you
and wondering how
I ever became so lucky.

Having you in my life
is enough to keep me happy.
I know you're not mine
but it still feels like you are.

You make me
laugh and you  
make me want to
cry

Everything I feel
about you is so
real that it's hard to
keep it a secret

I can't tell you how
I feel because
rejection is something
I cannot face

I want to be confident but
I am not and
because of this I
am losing out on you.

I've seen you looking at me
but I don't think it means anything.
How could I be so dumb?
All I want is you.

If I could find the courage
to tell you how I feel
I only wish that
you'd feel the same way.

The center of my universe had been thrown out of orbit.
I feel like everything is caving in.
Life has become dull and meaningless.
Little things affect me more than ever before.

Today my friend said "all you need is love".
I laughed and said all you need is air.
He looked at me strangely but didn't reply.
I wondered what I had said wrong.

Sometimes all I want to
do is get in my car
drive down the highway
and wrap myself around a tree.

I could never do it though.
Every time I picture doing it,
I see my family at my funeral
and I can't go through with it.

Sometimes I feel happy and life
is great but then my
depression kicks in full force
and I see the world for how it really is.

The world is a terrible and scary place.
****, ******, Racism.
Behind every corner something
is lurking, waiting to spring.

All my life I've known I was different.
I knew I wasn't pretty or smart.
I can write and get good grades, but
that doesn't mean I'm anything worth value.

But then the happy times stick their foot in
the door and remind me that I am worth something.
I am a wonderful person and I have a reason to live.
I can change someone's life or help change the world.

I am not very good looking,
I'm not super smart,
but I am me
and that means something.

A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry