There are words that I'd like to say, Yet I can't think of the way. To comprehend why things happen, When things go miserably wrong– When I was in a time of fun. There are words that I'd like to say; Like how his eyes looked so bright, It's hard to look away. I'd love to keep him– be by his side. Yet I can't be with you, for you aren't mine. There are words I'd like to say. Thoughs of death lingered, A struggle to find my place, I thrashed, but no one heard My whispers of hopeful grace. There are words I'd like to say. Mother, why? Words can't seem to be enough, To explain— to have a question Why you are the way you are. Mother, you struggled for me, Yet you are still struggling, Yet when I try to help, you turn me away. Saying you're fine when I know you’re exhausted. Yet still full of life, thriving in love. There are words I'd like to say, Yet I can't think of the way. My thoughts in sixteen, Years that seem so long Yet so short for some. Would it change, I wonder? Or would life stay the same? To be alive, breathing, Thinking of my purpose, To be what I'm not, To be what I will, Thoughts in my mind, stay, Forever hidden. Some day, some way, These thoughts will be heard, When I'm old in Fifty, Or young in Thirty. These thoughts would have the answer, Answers I looked deep and far. But for now, I'll have questions and thoughts that would haunt— Linger for a short time.