bad day
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what is happening cannot be spoken
time is out
running out, running out
dream richly to myself
it's the last few days
Mask hides
sad mind
weights pull
I wish to fly
can’t break
chains of pain
toss and turn
lack of sleep
During the times I’m feeling blue
I look around for things to do
To keep myself occupied
And dwell on the brighter side
Of the aspects in life
To get through my strife
I listen to music and sing a song
On a good day:
I wake up
From a strange dream.
Desperately replaying it in my mind,
Over and over again,
So as not to forget it,
I feel Mom tickle my feet.
"Wake up!" she says.
Sometimes you just have one of those days
Where absolutely nothing is going your way
you bombed that science test
you spilt juice on your shirt
you scraped your knee
dropped your ice cream on the dirt
There is this deep, evasive emptinessthat never ceases to lack control.That conquers and escapes,that stirs quiet chaos in my soul.
STOP! Interrogating me,
treat this classroom as if it was the business world!
You people claim we are young adults,
preparing us the college but professor won’t baby us,
Teacher, Teacher!
Can’t you see?
These big bright lights are bugging me!
I woke up early,
Did not eat,
So my hair’d be curled, nice, and neat.
I took the bus,
So full of gum,
So, I had a friend in Middle School. She was perfect.
So damn perfect that it hurt to look at her sometimes.
She was smart, she was funny, she didn’t hole up like a snail when she talked to boys,
