My adolescence

It's been awhile since I've posted, and now is the perfect time. I have been looking through some of my old journals, and the poetry I used to write really stands out to me. This is a few poems, journal entries that really stuck out. Some may be cheesy, but at the time this was my therapy.

July 1, 1997
My mind plays tricks on me,
like the rain spitting on us at night.
I glimpse at my wall,
and if life were a story,
I'd be a comma stuck in a sentence.
Im the narrator of the film that
has fuzz on the screen
The rain stops-I'm quiet sitting in a room of busy life
and sipping my life away
He says no to a question
is it because I dont have my clit pierced?
My verbal methods simmer,
I resume to concentrate on my cigarette, which each one,
I realize my stomach is hungry,
For love, food, or another stick that sucks three minutes of my life away.
Usual faces say hello,
until one name is mentioned
then I dont know anybody anymore, because of insecurity.
I feed myself with cigarettes and nothing else.
I grope my thoughts again,
catch 'em run from me
believe in myself
for a moment
then fail.
How do you get over months of joy?
By becoming a stranger again
like I used to-
its all abnormal.
Two lovers walk by and my memory remembers and shoots
a picture of when I was one
but now the abnormality is hitting me in the head
And starts up another game of tag
You're it.