Something

is what we're searching for

some thing to describe

who we are

what we are

how we're special.

But, something is a throwaway word

the word we use to describe the shit we don't care about.

Still, something is something special too;

it's all we have to describe the unknown:

what love is

how to find yourself

feeling alive.

Something is something confusing,

and all I need right now:

something to hold onto.

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What doesn't happen doesn't matter

nor does what we want necessarily count.

Our lives are not meant for regret.

I'm here to say let this moment pass.

Let this feeling of worthlessness and rejection

be something of the past.

Let the moment pass.

But heed this warning:

do not let them restrict your desire.

Please, want. Dream big.

Let your heart soar

like the kites we used to fly

when dreams were reality.

I want to write.

So, for today I'm a writer.

I'll not let you take that from me.

I'm creating my destiny.

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sometimes you knock

but no one comes out

sometimes you think up a poem

but have no pen to write it down

sometimes you think you're strong

but get knocked down

sometimes you think you're smart

but get showed up

sometimes you wonder why

and you wanna cry

but don't waste tears.

sometimes life sucks

but you've gotta try

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I'm so close to happy

I can feel it rolling as a wave in my mouth,

building in power like the anticipation

you feel as you bite your lip before you say the word

fuck.

Fuck

fuck

fuck.

Fuck you

is what I say to all the people who don't believe.

Believe in me!

because I am going to be...

something,

for just being is worth

some thing.

Now, I'm not sure what that thing is yet,

like I'm not sure exactly who I am,

but I know this:

life is worth living

as long as your heart is still beating.