My Honest Poem 

Kiandra Reddie / 2023-10-02

I was born on January 7 in the night.

I hear that makes me a criticizer.

I am in fact not a criticizer, I am afraid to give others my own criticisms.

I’m a sucker for writing in the dark.

I’m still learning how to better myself.

I’m often called a loner, that’s true… sometimes.

I’m often losing track of life when I write.

I like listening to music, but I blast it to the max in my ears a lot.

I’ve been told that I need to be louder, but I worry that I might be too loud.

People say that I’m mature; I’m unsure how to be mature.

People say that I am an example, again, I’m unsure how to be an example.

Secretly, I tend to hide the me, but when I do, I regret showing me.

I have this odd fascination with old ways to be executed.

I assume it’s because I used to watch creepy videos as a kid.

I know it sounds crazy, but the stars seem like they’re getting closer.

And to be honest, I don’t care if it does, what am I supposed to do.

I know this sounds weird, but sometimes I wonder if my mind is better than my heart.

I wonder why I spin a wheel when I can’t decide things on my own.

I’m afraid that I’m just an add-on to friends.

Hi, my name is Kiandra.

I enjoy looking back at my imaginations.

But I don’t allow myself to see the harsh world.

I have a tenacity to cry easily when I don’t want to hear something I don’t like.

I have a tenacity to listen to others no matter what.

My hobbies are creative writing and sleeping.

I don’t know how sleeping is a hobby, but I do know is that my sleep schedule is messed up.

I know I shouldn’t doubt myself, but I do.

I know I shouldn’t feel defeated, but I do.