WESLEY

Who told you we’re all the same? 

Who told you, you were all to blame?

Who told you depression was a phase?

I was surely losing stop pursing, 

It’s harder to risk losing so settle for the soothing

parents seem to find true love,  you dont know you’ll ever be enough

you wonder why they want you

If I wrote for you a single word,

It wouldn’t change the fact that It’d go unheard 

It’d make me feel relieved

that I’d grieved right maybe?

All of these people who made me feel unequal just said you were great 

but what does that change, what does this change? I’ll never be the same.

For the rest of my life I’ll have these regrets unless for you I change for

the best.  How I wish you could’ve heard what I’d said,

What I learnt at 21,

There’s nothing that I cannot lose

There’s nothing I need to prove

Paralysed by my own thinking

That all I can be doing is drinking.

Then things changed,

I’m not talking about a person or a place,

I’m only realising what could be made at this age.

  What I learnt at 21,

I don’t want to age.

I’m still so afraid of everything, yet I’m a lot more confident.

Its ok to be wrong but we as a society persecute them as the norm.

I’m not another box in your form.

  What I learnt at 21,

Family is a subtle beast.

I finally understand why they wish to be this age.

There’s a promise, there’s limbo that next year they will not give you.

They’re going to force you to conform but right now 

I’m as free as I’m going to be,

no responsibility, 

the world at my feet, I can still achieve my dreams.

I hope things will change but I fear that they won’t,

Everything that’s tangible seems so important but it’s an illusion

We are all just humans in vast universe,

We are not special but it fits a narrative.

You’re disillusioned by the distractions they provide and so am I

and none of this matters as we exist in a dying planet, 

in which we are desperate to make a mark,