I am 18. I use poetry to vent what I'm feeling.
They love me, they say,
They'll always be there, they say.
But...
She loved me too, didn't she?
...
I watch him walk down the hall.
I'll say a friendly hello.
Still harboring that crush.
But if he returns the feelings,
...
I like the way it hurts
to think of you
and what happened.
It makes me stronger,
...
I people watch,
I watch them have fun
and I am having fun too.
I laugh and talk-
...
I fear everything, my dear,
Though I am sad to say.
I fear many a thing, my love,
Regretfully you among them.
...