Heat

By Olivia W

the heat in my room does not work.

i've had to accept a lot this year

and there are still many things i've yet to understand

but i think I'm afraid of the person i make dissapear

i'm fair as snow but the cold pierces my skin.

eighteen years have passed since my birth

but i don't feel eighteen years old

i have trouble finding my own worth

too strong of winds blow me over.

i'm full of grief and sorrow and resent and frustration

so many emotions yet i feel so hollow

and ask when you speak to me to do so with caution

the sun hangs dull in the sky.

there is a weakness in my voice

ambivalence in my actions

but i continue everyday and this is my choice

and the heat in my room still does not work.