I like to say I am a poet with

Intellectual thoughts

and dreams

but when I read old poetry

I realize all I am is a broken hearted

teenage girl

with a large vocabulary and a skill for

growing flowers from a garbage pile inside my ribcage

My dreams are nothing more than nightmares

Nightmares are nothing more than a reality that we're too damn scared to admit exists.

It eats at our insecurities

And that's where the word insanity

sinks its roots into

Because our insecurities find a hole in the

wall guarding our minds

And crawls into our sanity laying

eggs of self hatred

which, coincidentally, is another topic I've rendered useless because

you can only say something so many times before you

run out of things to say

You see

I'm no poet

None of us are.

We're all insecure teenagers

trying to rebuild a wall with words

that are no stronger than our own fists

clenched around our heart trying to

stop it from bleeding out the truth

that you don't want anybody to see

That you're hurting

That you're human

Because being human isn't strong.

Nothing about humanity is strong.