Downhill

It was so simple in the beginning.

I knew who I was.

What I was doing.

 

Start of school.

Start of change.

I don't know me anymore.

 

How does my religion define me?

Am I there for my friends?

Or am I there for my God?

 

These people I call 'friends'.

I don't really know them.

They definitely don't know me.

 

Brother's gone off for school.

But his shadow's still here.

And I'm in it.

 

First kiss, came out to Dad.

But she's left me now.

"You're not who I thought you were."

 

It was so simple in the beginning.

I knew who I was.

At least I thought I did.

 

Now I'm alone.

Just as before.

I can't do it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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