Hidden Jem

You are a million things All bound into one That’s the beauty in you The way you know exactly how to wear Your flaws and strengths Across your body Like scars and tattoos The way you know exactly Who you are You’re a story Waiting to be told Just as soon as you get out…

Tired

I’m too tired I chant I look I think I feel that I’m so tired I’m only A child How do I already feel tired? It hurts How do I never get enough sleep?

Good Days

My good days come and go in waves The bad ones Are tsunamis I feel the wind The breeze of feelings The temporary Dealing I take my memories And place them in my pocket I Try not to forget Even the bad ones Because that’s what Really grew me