When I was young
I went to school
The library was like home
I’d sit in the chairs
Staring at them all
with curiosity in my eyes
“I would like to read this book!”
I’d call
She’d grab it for me
And check it out
The librarians
Already knew me by heart
She’d say
“Those books are very advanced!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I'm sure!” I’d reply
Going to sit down
I’d get very cosy
And start reading aloud
The librarian was surprised
By the level I could read
I wasn’t though
The books were very fascinating to me
In elementary school I read middle school books
I was always one grade ahead
No matter what the library’s been my happy place
Books to me
They come to life
They jump out the pages
And speak to me
This library was my first adventure
And always will be
Where my future was unlocked
I’m an author know
With many books and poems
All thanks to the library
Which I called home

In my head
I have this mantra
For anytime I feel uncomfortable
Or sad
Or just plain bad

I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home

The saddest part
Is that I say it in my own house

I want a kind person to see me struggling
Not by me showing them
But by simply observing
And care
And ask if they can help
Sometimes they can
And sometimes they can't
But that itself
Is enough for my heart

How dare I let myself feel sad?

Have you every heard the someone say
"Someone always has it worse"?
They're trying to help you, but it always ends up making me feel terrible
If someone else has it so bad
My problems just seem silly
So how dare I feel sad?

If I'm mad that my dad is crazy
Someone's dad is dead

If school is stressful and I'm freaking out
Some don't get to go because they are working to be able to buy clothes

If I am crying because I can't stop picking my thumb and it hurts
Some people lost their hand in traumatic ways

If I got in to a fight with my mom
Some people would do anything just to see there's again

Someone always has it worse
And that thought is anything but comforting
Now I feel bad for feeling sad

you'll understand when
you're a parent — is a bad
way of parenting

twinkle, twinkle, little star
What a little liar you are.
told me that my wish would come true
if I made a wish on you
but twinkle, twinkle, little star
I'm still crying from afar

You are the happy friend.
You seek compliments but you don’t believe them.
You can’t be the messed up friend because they have it worse.
You can’t compare because they won’t see it as bad as it is.
You are the happy friend.
You are the funny friend.
You are the safe friend.
You let them vent, you let them share.
You take the burden so they don’t have to. You carry their weight-
adding to yours.
You don’t let them see.
They check in with you but you know you can’t say anything.
You can’t trust them with your feelings. They don’t need more on their plate.
They can’t handle it, but you can.
You can’t be delicate.
You can’t be hurt.
You are unbothered.
Because you are the happy friend.