(Note:Written when I was an angsty teen)
What am I like to others my age
What do I look like to you
Why do I feel like everyone is constantly judging me
Why did I ever dream about be coming this
Why am I always sweating
How can I get you to listen to me without judging me as just that
How can I understand what you still won’t tell me
Where does that sort of road end
Why can’t you see me for who I am
What do you think I’m supposedly trying to prove
How am I ‘supposed’ to be in your eyes
Why don’t you let me just give it a fair shot
What do I look like to you
On second thought…. Don’t answer that.
Atlas Ez Poetry 