The Third Stall On The Right Is The Best Place To Cry In High School

I bear my soul each and every night

It comes tumbling out between cracks 

In teeth and skin

Screaming things I've never dreamed about saying out loud.

Unspoken they burrow deep inside

Filling every crevice with doubt

Each day is a small infinity.

And I'm tired 

Of the colors blending together

Of seeing things that aren't really there

Of hating everything I stand for 

Knees aching from one too many steps

I can't pull myself away

From the never-ending repirse

Of the joke called living

I'm bursting at the seams

Begging to be seen

Cause it's harder to stay alive

Than it is to lay down and die

We fought a war that no one quite survived

Missing pieces on both sides.

We've gained a freedom

Thought to be long lost

And I can't believe I never saw

How beautiful each infinity really was

I'm in love with life and all the little ways

We make it through the day

And I'm still scared to cry

Because sometimes the night decides

Who I am

And who wins the fight

But each time the sun rises

It's a little easier not to hide

What I feel inside

And It's not so hard to find

We're more alike than believed

Because at one point we all dreamed

About not being who we seem.

And that's okay.

We don't need to be

Perfect pictures of what could come to be

Scare yourself a little each day

Because you'll see

How much better the world can be

When we learn to love ourselves.