maelynslavik

It's not all the grownups, 

But it's too many. 

Nothing is how it should be.  

The world is heating.  

The government collapsing. 

Yet we, 

We are only overreacting. 

Rain patters down on doorsteps 

Houses, roofs and windows

Every where it clatters down 

Diminishing the rainbows 

Houses moan and creek 

Groaning with agony 

Sidewalks take the pain

It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim. 

I’m always performing.  

The pressure is suffocating. 

Girlhood is texting your crush because it's late at night and you don't know any better. 

Girlhood is staring way too hard at the prettiest girl in class. 

I’ve always held my creative side dear to me. 

Cherishing every spur of creativity, 

However I still took this feeling for granted. 

When the stress of the word planted–

I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.