Wind

Sitting on my porch step,

Watching people pass,

Looking at a puddle,

Thinking ’bout my past

Hoping for a future a fortune cant tell

I hope i do well

I still remember the day i fell,

12 years old and going through hell-

I remember the way it felt;

I remember the way it smelt;

The way my hair looked-

My favorite book;

Dreams of the future,

While going through torture,

Wild thoughts in my young head,

Still thinking monsters live under my bed,

Hating school and going home,

Dating fools with minds of stone,

Wishing someone would get involved,

Then maybe my mind would evolve,

I still let positivity dissolve,

My problems are still not solved.