There Are Times…

Wrote this quick so bear with me <3

A poem I wrote just now

there are times i wish i were more

more pretty, more kind, more something alight

there are times i wish i were less

less loud, less fat, less likely to win

win what? what can i win in this world

but the highest mental-health issue out of all of my friends

i speak now, not for me, but for my sister

who at the age of nine is unable to walk

in shorts in fear of getting cat-called, she’s twelve

how can you do this to a child? she’s a child

my brother is thirteen but already he knows

that he can be anything, and anything at all

“it’s not sexist. it’s just fact”

if that’s facts, then what am i

supposed to do in this life?

i’m just a girl who wanted life

yet i fall, deeper and deeper into this hole

we call depression

im depressed and still they do nothing

i want something

i want to feel something

can anyone hear me? im calling

calling, calling… goodbye

goodbye. do you hear the birds?

the only ones mourning. goodbye, goodbye

goodbye