areore

choking on air 

never hoped for more

combing my hair

I am not a whore

wishing to dare

my mother is a bore

giving a glare

just ran into the door

P.S. I write a lot when I do not sleep. 

In One Year...

From this very day, I will be graduating.

I will know what University I am off to.

 Who are my true friends, and who are not.

I will know how great a writer I truly am.

 Who I truly am.

I will know that I had fun.

 Even when there was tears.

I will know so much more.

 More than I know this very day.

I will know how it is to be an adult.

 No longer will I be a child.