I had so much _potential_

As a young poet

Every word essential

To me and so what?

One day later

I will be one year older

I need to be greater

I keep growing colder

Just a number

I suppose

My heart contains umber

My blood smells of rose

Not much to show

For 3 years of pain

Theres not much I know

Even less I’ve gained

Why’s it so hard

To be good for your age

Time caught me off guard

Not tired enough to stop feeling rage

I’m not yet the best

Breathing like I’m choking

As I fail every test

I’ve always felt so broken

I may be clean

But I relapsed too recently

A glitching machine

Never takes up space conveniently

So much to catch up on

I’m out of breath sprinting

“Stop wishing you were gone!”

My Swiss Army knife is glinting

I’m screaming inside

I have too much self control

To even think I could try

Life has taken quite a toll

I guess I have potential

To do plenty of things

All of them too inconsequential

Even when I’m fighting for my beliefs

I want to be great

(Truly thought I had changed

From the kid who wanted fame)

But I have to win this game

One year older

Will finally be irrelevant

I have to bolder

Or really intelligent

Because if I become nothing

These years of being trapped

Will be for nothing

And I won’t ever truly act.