time
time is going by
i don't think they understand when i say
that i didn't expect to be here
yesterday, today, tomorrow
every holiday i thought i would miss
the idea pushes me down overwhelmingly
sinks into my lungs
suffocating me
i don't know what else to tell them except for "wow"
because time is going by
i'm alive
but i don't believe that this
is living.
This poem is about:
Me