Grade
9
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t even know what I want, what makes me happy.
Everyone keeps expecting me to push forward, look on to the next thing, but I don’t even know what that means.
What does everyone think?
Dragging my heels feels inconsequential.
I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.
My social life is binding.
Years from now feels like seconds.
What if my life only exists on a screen?
How do I get my life onto a page?
Into a heart?
How do I love?
Why do I feel contentedly trapped?
What if I can’t do what I want to do?
Do I know what I want to do?
Is it bad if everything up to this point has been, Untitled?
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