Happy Birthday To Me Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

It is interesting;
Today I turned twenty
And yet I feel that inside
I am still a child who understands little.
Why does so and so get to stay up late?
Why does she or he get a larger portion?
As a child and to this day
I have felt alienated.
I thought I'd grow out of this
But I still hear a scared voice
Wondering why I have to go on.
I feel like I'm being watched.
I wave at my own reflection,
And sometimes it's hesitant to respond.
What is going on with my head?
It is this indecision and increasing anxiety,
My breakdowns and broken psyche,
My addictions and aimless puruits;
My wanting.
What'll I do this year?