a wreckage.

I am a very emotional being, and I notice the littlest things.

Like the day where both me and my sister were studying on the cold marble floor, and my parents barged in. They came past me, fiddling their ways towards my sister, and praised her for her dilligence. A kiss was placed on her temple afterwards. I counted the days of longing for one.

I am a very emotional being, and I notice the littlest things.

Like the day where my heart clenched, upon the sight of my crush placing a kiss on his girlfriend's left cheek, right above her dimple.

I am a very emotional being, and I notice the littlest things.

Like the midnight where I heard sniffles from my grandma's bedroom. She was sent home from a hospital a few hours before, carrying a letter carved with an apology.

 I am a very emotional being, and I notice the littlest things.

Like the day where my insanity roams my mind, taking control of my body; and it reached for some sort of a sharp object (I couldn't recall its shape). I remember it glazing through my skin during a very late night shower.

I am  a very emotional being, and I turn sadness into anger.
And I am a very, very angry being.


<;> is this counted as a poem? lol <;>