Because

It's because I can't keep my room clean

Because I can't stop watching Grey's Anatomy,

It's because I have this thing inside me,

This thing that I'm now apart of

Because that thing is cozy now,

Where once it was lonely.

It's because none of my clothes fit,

and I don't like them anyway

It's because of this ache,

That is so incredibly difficult

It's because effortless beauty is lost

Because I don't know how to get it back.

It's because of this energy,

Because of this anger.

It's because of these friendships,

Because of our pain

It's this adventure,

That doesn't seem so very exciting at times,

This ride,

That sometimes seems more scary than fun,

It's this thing,

This thing inside of me

That I just don't know what to do with.