This isn’t meant to be a poem,
Just a story about me,
A thing that happens often,
A thing not many people see.

Yet, it’s turning into one,
A poem, no doubt,
I don’t exactly control it,
But here’s what the story’s about.

I’m going through a time,
That life just seems bad,
My guardians tell me I have ‘insight’,
But all I feel is sad.

There doesn’t seem to be happiness,
And some people around me know,
But most are oblivious,
So I try put on a show.

I know that a friend is reading this,
And to this friend, I say hi,
I know that you know,
But it still feels like a lie.

When I need someone,
No one’s there,
Life seems to hate me,
It seems unfair.

But that’s not the case,
Or at least I hope,
Because there’s always a way out,
It’s like my safety rope.

So, to my friend, and anyone else,
I’m just here to say hi,
It wasn’t much of a story,
But now I say goodbye.

How are you?
They ask.

Every day, at least twice,
Someone asks,
How are you?

But they really don't want to know,
What is the point,
Of asking,
If you're looking for a lie?

I'm great, how about you?
I'm as great,
As the Great Wall of China,
Broken,
Barely there.

I'm as great,
As the Great Barrier Reef,
Slowly dying inside,
Deep within me.

I'm as great as great can be,
How about you?

Hey, Grandma,
I miss you,
Why did you have to leave me?
I barely knew you,
I barely understood your foreign tongue,
Why did you have to go?

You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken

My lfie si a cdoe,
Taht I wnat yuo ot dodece.

Pealse dodece it.

For me.
Help me.

If I say, "leave me alone,"
It means, "go away,"
Didn't you hear me?
What more am I to say?

I want to be alone,
I want to be in peace,
Don't wanna be asked if I'm ok,
'Cause in 5 seconds, my mood wouldn't cease.

If you can't read my expression,
I'm clearly not okay,
So, for now, give me space,
And we'll talk another day.