Thoughts

With the word "youth" written all over my back and a clamoring heart

I shiver as summer approaches

"Fear" is inked into my forehead and I can't seem to escape

But summer is far away.

Why do tears roll out of my eyes when I hear ungrateful words?

Pain is just as human, after all.

Why do I lie if it makes my soul ache?

Is it selfish to believe than even so I'll be loved someday?

It's not that I don't want to do anything,

It's just that reality is flickering,

No poet nor philosopher wrote about how to fill this hole

Would Dyogenes suggest filling it up with concrete?

Is it sad that I'd rather get lost right through the dawn

Than live in a world that is not brand new?

I've come to hate the fact that a flower without its petals is considered worthless

And it's roots tear at its chest

With the word "free" crossed out with a dangerously sharp line,

My hearts sinks into the abyss

Even so, the sun still rises

Is it selfish to believe I'll love myself one day?