This date was also my mom’s birthday–Happy Birthday Mom! (Wish this poem was happier…)
Thoughtless
They say I should be proud
To hold my head up high
To get straight As
And have a job
And understand the world
They say that it’s amazing
All the things that I can do
That I can work
That I can think
That I have a million thoughts in my head
I say that I agree
That I’m proud of who I am
That I wouldn’t change a thing
That I’m okay with being this way
That I find it easy to be
I say to you now
That I am lying
That in my secret, black heart
That sometimes I wish I wasn’t me
That sometimes I wish I was thoughtless
My Life is a Notebook 
Conflicted are we though we want not to be. Well said. Your poetry tells it like it is.