i drink a liter of cold orange soda
even though it burns my throat 
cause i’m not old enough to drink beer yet

i give my sister all my books
even though don’t want to
cause i’m too young to profit off their words 

i lay in the sun until it turns to rain
even though i hate the hot and sticky air
cause i’ve got years to waste away

i scribble on my arms with sharpie 
even though i know it takes weeks to wash away
cause i don’t know how else to fill my empty spaces

i write gibberish words and choppy sentences 
even when i know no one will understand my inside jokes
cause it’s the only way i know to hide my meaning