1. Maybe I’m foolish when
I want to be loved. Catching
and straining against the disapproval.
2. Maybe I’m stupid when I
expect so much. Hiding and keeping
my tears, so they don’t see I’m human too.
3. Maybe I’m weak when I try to live
and accept easy things. Watching my
life long souls fade into the distance.
4. Maybe I’m crazy when I cling to
first loves and broken dreams. Waiting
to hear that I’m not alone and I can be imperfect.
5. Maybe I’m broken when I crave understanding,
when I see that things will never be the same,
when I miss the way we were, when I wish I
could be full of that unexplainable joy.
6. Maybe I’m afraid of being left alone to
my sorrow and flaws.
Maybe I’m paranoid when I want to be loved. . . .
Theodora, 16, is a young poet, she writes from Middlesbrough, UK. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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