Sick.

I could talk at a million miles per hour.

But my words eventually slowed.

The wind blew too fast, and the trees were too gray.

I knew I was changing.

I’m growing up

I’m maturing

I’m fine

I had guessed that life got to a point of plateau, and I was on mine.

Running the same race over and over, and always getting a lower score.

But why aren't I improving

It’s them

It’s always them

They don’t get it

I was too young to be so bored.

And my boredom increased as I waited for the credits to roll.

I laughed enough, I loved when necessary, and felt my heart only really broke at the right times.

I was normal.

I’m normal

But they’re not

Soon I tripped over a large rock and realized,

I wasn't normal.

I had matured.

I had grown.

But I was sick.

Why didn't you notice

You always knew

You always f*****g knew

But you didn't notice

 

I felt the sting of reality and no matter how many tears were shed,

They dried.

I could reflect on what now made sense with relish

Ignorance is bliss

But knowledge is power

You’re better

But you’ll always be ill.

I learned it’s not a country.

It’s not to be conquered.

It’s a parasite, to live in you.

At least I’ll never be alone

You can call it what you want.

But it will always be sickness.

Not a blessing in disguise.

Just a lesson among disease.

You’re always going to be sick.

Reviews

[Emrick]

Sad but very nice.
"no matter how many tears were shed, They dried".beautiful line.

[Chaos_Collector]

There's a lot of truth in this poem and I love that I can relate to a lot of this. Nicely written Katrina

Chaos_Collector

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you :)

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome :)