by Isabella P., 15
I don’t want to be the only one
who fears the end.
I don’t want to look at the stars anymore
without knowing their names.
I don’t want to keep listening
to rap music
just because it’s what you listen to.
I don’t want to flip myself around
when I see you walking
in my direction.
I don’t want to dance like that.
Or wear my hair like that.
Or fall asleep visualizing fantasies
that will never come true.
I don’t want to want things
I can’t have.
I just want to want what everyone else wants.