Some people say I’m too quiet.
I think I like that.
My neutral state looks kind of depressed,
or so they say.
Silence is my favorite sound,
it hasn’t bothered me once.
I rarely associate with people
because what if they die.
I’m afraid of death.
It seems to be afraid of me though.
Sometimes I have nightmares.
It’s good that I forgot my dreams.
I take life for granted.
Probably won’t when I die.
They’re taken aback when I talk
about the deep things.
Or when I talk at all.
All they see is the carefree in me.
I don’t blame you,
I like that person too.
But when I’m thinking let me be.
Don’t break me out the trance.
There are things on my mind
more important than what
your trying to tell me.
The TV’s just trying to sell
me a thing I don’t need.
Mute it please.
I need to think.
I had all my dreams mapped out,
my life was planned out.
How did I get here?
challenge: publish the first poem you ever wrote.
i wrote this one a long time ago.
my grammarly gives it 5/5 sad 5/5 informative
i don't know why i had to inform everybody about these things much less think them about myself in the first place. "They’re taken aback when I talk / about the deep things. / Or when I talk at all." basically summarizes how i borderline romanticized negative things and feelings. i would make a big deal out of the small things. i wouldn't even notice the good small things.
yeah i liked nf at the time how could you tell
someone put this over a cinematic beat
but yeah. at least looking back i feel like i've grown.