I wrote this short poem in the middle of a sleepless night, beside my already snoozing sister. I wrote it on december 21, 2018. I was a junior in high school. I don’t even remember what happened in order for me to write this.

When I look back at old writing, it’s like looking at fragments of fossils. I usually can’t recall the circumstances in which I drafted these thoughts. However, the product of my feelings and emotions show in these little passages.

I must have been really sad! But, it’s almost trivial now. Time really is a powerful thing.

i dont even know why im upset
its not even a big enough deal
people say they like me, how im nice
im friendly enough, funny enough
but when the time arrives, im not in mind

i dont even know why youre relevant
i dont need validation from others
i dont need to seek that from you
im great enough, im smart enough
but i still feel that pang of sadness

i dont need to know whats going through your head
why am i caught up with the semantics
im not even into yall like that
im sociable enough, im independent enough
lets just focus on myself for today