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#THATSNOTMYNAME
Guess why I’m writing this poem
And you might succeed. It’s
Because you don’t seem to know my name, which is
Really disappointing.
I’d like to say I’m not upset, but
Even I can’t help but be offended that you haven’t
Learned my name in the
Last fifteen years. But I’ll get over it…
Eventually….
The Most Important Thing You Can Know About Someone
One of the most basic,
yet important,
things you can ever know about someone
is their name.
How else can you know who someone is
if you don’t even know their name?
All other information you learn about them
gets associated back to that name.
It is the beginning of understanding them.
It’s the beginning of their story.
It is the first thing they were probably given.
A name is received shortly after birth.
It’s the first thing they probably told you about themselves
because it’s important to who they are
and they decided it was important
for you to know who they are too.
You should cherish being in the know.
Not everyone gets to know their name,
but you do.
So show a person that you value them
and can spell their name right.
Respect their name if they give it to you.
They didn’t have to.
Show them the respect they deserve.
If they tell you their name,
learn it and don’t forget it.
It probably won’t be changing anytime soon.
It’s literally the least you could do.
It’s one thing to mess up a name,
but entirely different to not know it altogether.
Names are important.
If that person is important to you,
knowing their name should be too.
Autumn in Ohio
As the colorful, dried of leaves crunch underneath my toes
I pray to god for another week before it snows.
Doing Just Fine
Don’t tell me how to live my life,
I’m doing just fine.
Just don’t let me drink another
whole fucking bottle of Wine
It Must be the Changing Seasons
My nose is dripping.
My head is stuffed.
every muscle in my body aches.
It must be the changing seasons.
There’s frost on my windshield.
My sweater isn’t warm enough.
I’m getting leaves whipped in my face.
It must be the changing seasons.
I don’t want to leave my bed.
Everything seems hopeless.
Everything around me is dying or dead.
It must be the changing seasons
Innermost
I feel ignored during times I need you the most.
I am losing my battle with my thoughts innermost.
Empty and Lost
Lately, I have been considering
what really makes me happy
but I do not have an answer.
I feel empty and lost
because I don’t have dreams.
When I was in high school,
when I should have been
discovering myself
and deciding what I want
to do with the rest of my life
all I wanted to do was die.
Now I’m at the point
where the light at the end
of the tunnel is real,
but I don’t know
what I want there to be
waiting for me at the end.
I’m lost and I’m scared
and I’m reverting back to my old tendencies.
I’d rather put an end to it all
than face the future that I don’t know;
the future that I didn’t create.
Who Even am I?
Who even am I?
Am I really a teacher?
Am I really a swimmer?
Am I really a lifeguard?
Who even am I?
Am I really a band kid?
Am I really a good student?
Am I really a sorority girl?
Who even am I?
Am I just living lies?
Am I able to make my own choices?
Am I just another pawn?
I don’t know how to be the person
that I decide to be
because everyone chose for me.
Who even am I?
A Reason
Obviously, there’s a reason
I didn’t kill myself
all those years ago
when I had the chance.
I just wish I knew
what that reason was.
It would make life
a lot simpler now.
I’m so lost.
Why am I here?
