tear it to shreds
i wrote a list of things i hate about myself
it filled a whole sheet of graph paper
then i tore it to shreds.
i twisted my shirt around my finger
almost ripped it
every time someone talked to me
’cause i couldn’t think of what to say back.
they tell me i have
a n x i e t y
i think i’m just a teenager
with too much time to kill
wishing my problems would disappear
like that piece of paper.
i n s e c u r e
can’t be written down
not that easily.