A shit ton of poems

18th

I'm sitting here
He doesn't remember it's my birthday,
But yet still texting me claiming he's bored
I say come over
With zero expectations, he agrees
Then cancels
It's 11:15pm, 12 is near
Almost 18
18 years of being put down,
18 years of feeling like shit, like I had no voice
Will anything change?
Another year spending my birthday in the house
Listening to music about people who've been places
I'm currently 17 and I've never been no where
I'll be 18 and still been nowhere
Please clean up for yourself
I don't know why I'm sad but I am. The way i feel is within me, no one can tell me how I feel only i can, and when you're incapable of knowing, it feels like you're lost