No one

When you grow up

Relying on yourself

And only yourself

With no one to soften 

The blows 

You turn into 

An adult

With an impenetrable

Shell 

And then you wonder

Why 

No one understands you 

Savage

The days where I wonder if I’ll snap

Are always the same

The same level of monotony 

The feeling like I am a robot

A machine

You plug me in, and I play

The days that I realize that I’m this robot

Are always different 

I push back

I fight 

If there was video of my mind

It would be ravaged with your blood 

Fuck you 

More

I don’t know why I should get out of bed

Anymore

Not even the wind in the trees can entice me

Anymore

The birds dancing with the fallen leaves

Don’t sing to me

Anymore

The sun exposes itself between bouts of rain

Yet still I lay here

Forever more

Moth

A moth danced in the train car today

It flew out from under the seat

Straight to the light 

Where it bounced from light to light

Walked along the grates

Dove down over head

But always back to the light

Where it could never stay 

Never long enough to enjoy 

So frantic, the moth 

It can’t even appreciate

The only thing it wants 

Pebbles

I am the reflection in a pond

Dark

Beautiful

Bleak

Composed

And I will ripple apart 

With the smallest of pebbles