tear it to shreds

i wrote a list of things i hate about myself

it filled a whole sheet of graph paper

then i tore it to shreds.

i twisted my shirt around my finger

almost ripped it

every time someone talked to me

’cause i couldn’t think of what to say back.

they tell me i have

a n x i e t y

i think i’m just a teenager

with too much time to kill

wishing my problems would disappear

like that piece of paper.

too bad

i n s e c u r e

can’t be written down

ripped up

and trashed.

not that easily.