I Won't Get Into College 10.31.14
because I've got a kink in my neck.
Keeping my eyes low to the ground
that I can't straighten out
from all the weight
of a future coming to me
that I am unsure of,
a melancholy aura I see
that I have no control of.
I really hate the noise
and to try to be a part of it,
with nothing figured out,
turns my weeks into soft butter.
How do I keep the seams
from bursting from pressure,
my grades from swimming downward,
and my heart from breaking.
It's not that I'm not cut out,
for an honorable institution, it's just that,
my mental reception is full of
bad memories,
and things stuck to the bottom.
A sticky wet mess.
Ruining the mechanics of a survivor.