The Craziness of my Mind

Growing up, from “just a kid” to becoming a teenager, is not for the weak. It is like falling into deep waters. Drowning, getting air, and being pulled under again. From my thirteenth to my fifteenth year of life. I found my way of getting air. Writing what I felt and creating art with it. My poetry, my grasps for air, are about everything a teenager can go through. During those first few years, not being a “kid” but a “teenager”. Not feeling what the world tells you that you should feel. I learned one important thing, while writing these 80 poems: It is okay to feel.
I used to think “my mind is crazy” for thinking so much and such crazy things. But now, I can scream, “My mind is crazy.” Because fuck yeah, these crazy thoughts just made my dream come through. My own goddamn poetry book.
So enjoy my crazy brain and feel.