YOU SUCK,

YOU SUCK,

YOU SUCK.

I want to cover my ears from these words but 

they arent actually being said.

It's all in my head.

Maybe I've been through "too much" 

or I'm "naive" of my surroundings.

But in reality,

I'm very aware.

I'm a victim. 

I blame the world for my actions.

Nothing is my fault.

Nah, never.

I want to change things that cannot be changed.

 Nothing makes sense so 

I slap some words into  a journal and 

MOVE ON. 

Wait, what?

Move on?

I should take my own advice and 

Move on. 

I'm in love with getting my way and being happy.

I need to grow up and smell the roses...

that's the saying right.

Maybe so, maybe not but

WHATEVER.

I'm an overdramatic teenage white girl.

All I want is a fresh pair of heels and a kitten, right?

Maybe so.

Who even cares.

I have a life I want to live but

I'm scared.

I'm scared of rejection,

not being good enough,

being ingored. 

I never know how to end a poem.

Is this even a poem?

Nothing rhymes. 

Nothing flows.

It's just words slapped on paper.