Twenty

20.1
Today, I turn twenty.
So this is who I am right here, right now.
Plain and simple,
Pure and unfiltered.

I love TV shows and winter weather,
I love our world filled with wonder,
I love youtubers, music and poetry,
I love feeling the affection of another.

I love the challenges I have faced,
In sports , in games, in all my life,
I love it not for the suffering endured,
But for overcoming the internal strife.

But above all, I love human kind.
Their complexity, compassion and love.
Even the darkest soul, stone cold heart,
Will still shine when push comes to shove.

But not all is sunshine and rainbows,
I have suffered in solitude before.
Heart and soul repeatedly tarnished,
Yet saved by friends I truly adore.

I have lost friends and made enemies,
Powered through heartbreak and pain,
And in the end, you know what?
Hell, I'd do it all over again.



I'm not a teen anymore, so maybe its time my poetry style grew up too.

20.2 
Seven thousand three hundred and five.
A daunting number that seems too large,
Yet the days passing without pause,
Have only shown time's true visage.

All the people I have been live in me still,
A pixelated mirror image of my past,
And a foggy kaleidoscope to my future,
My present self evermore fading fast.

I drown in a sea made of myself,
A tsunami of infinite mes rise,
But comes crashing back into the sea,
Desperate, I surrender to my own lies.

I hope that twenty years of experience,
Has sharpened me into a better person,
But this story of mine is yet to be told,
My tale may yet end a sinister version.