today i'm twenty
today i still get anxious
if i wake up at 6:02 instead of 6
today i'm self-conscious
feeling like the word is watching me
if i'm just walking down an open street
today i'm chaotic
i wake up with my headphones around my neck
crushing notebook paper & my arms are stained in pen ink
today i'm thoughtful
because someone that i used to know wants to know me again
but it took awhile for those wounds to heal back then
today i'm still worried
about a yesterday that's long gone
today i changed my favorite song
today it's 2:16 a.m.
& i'm convinced that i don't need sleep
because my mind is running a mile a minute
& i'm bored
& apologetic because yesterday i apologized for being me
the girl that needs no sleep
today i'm over it
saying sorry for simple things
like there's some type of flaw
in the words i write on instinct
today it's still dark outside
& i should probably close my eyes
because tomorrow
or later today i guess
i have to continue
being myself & nothing less
About the Creator
something wilde
wilde is the child ♡
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