Younger

I used to think it would be easy to write.

To gain an audience.

To show my mind to the world.

Instead all I created were painful memories.

Painful only because I could never erase them.

Otherwise mundane.

I used to think love would be grand.

Now I stay far away.

I crush my crushes.

And slap on a smile.

It must look platonic.

Or the slap will sting.

I used to think faith was a sham.

Just some story made up centuries ago.

That everyone believed.

But it gives people hope.

And sometimes that's all we need.

Sometimes it's all I need.

I used to be happy without reason.