Trapped in my bubble of confusion,
the magnetic pull of tension on a full moon
when my wolverine comes out.
My mind is a room filled with all the dreams
and nightmares that are constantly exploding.
Floating atonement above my head,
pleading to you for forgiveness,
cursed by the luggage I’m carrying on
my back,
so heavy poisonous and tragic.
Grade: 10
Southeast
Washington, DC
The Fault in Our Stars
To graduate high school and become a cardiologist.
My mom