To my parents,
I am the golden child,
smart & motivated, a bright future ahead.
I’m still so young.
Yet, not afraid of any power in the world.
To my sister,
I am a closed book
full of secrets I keep close by,
tucked away under a smiling pretence.
I can’t open up, as hard as I try.
To my friends,
I am an optimist,
ready with a smile everyday
but my heart is always elsewhere,
stuck in towns hundreds of miles away.
I am a mystery,
quiet, shy to some,
afraid to stand up and say what I feel,
that’s why they’re strangers.
To that old new one,
I am a muddled dream.
Hopes and emotions,
smiles and fighting fortitude.
It’s the penultimate sore blood.
Dollar bills are never enough.
The ship will sink.