letters to you
unsent
unread
and poorly written
my dreams, hopes, and future
spoken, read aloud
to you
you
whom i dont know
dont yet feel
or maybe
i just dont remember
these letters are me
my words i cant speak
the things i can not let go
im not ready
tomorrow it may change
but as for today
my pencil scribbles these words
made of several letters
just for you
you my friend
my hope,
my savior,
for you to read
so you can know
who i am
who i was
who i want to be
so you can know
me
because im afraid no one else really does
sometimes i want to scream
look at me
can you even see me?
can you even hear me?
is it enough?
is it?
i am enough
you know
i. am. enough.