The wallflower, I know how he felt.
How no one turned their head, and if they did
It was in anger or disapproval.
What did you expect from the girl who doesn’t know
Who is a friend, and who is an enemy?
When they yell and they curse,
They say they do it out of love.
But then they say “you’re worthless in this family”
Or that “she hates nobody… But she hates you”
What did you expect from the girl who doesn’t understand?
I am welcomed with a sense of “I’m glad to see you”
But shortly after I begin to cry.
Your kindness becomes a pushy hatred
Or so I think
What did you expect from the girl who doesn’t know abuse from normalcy?
When the only thing I have is song
And music brings me away from my low
Why would you immediately dismiss the suggestion
To see a band for twenty dollars on the weekend, or maybe less.
What did you expect from the girl who got her only love taken away?
Never loved by another person, and never been trusted.
Being held from knowing secrets from the ones I tell mine to.
Not being asked what is wrong when I’m crying
What did you expect from me?
What am I? Am I even real? Or am I just nothing?
What makes someone better than someone else?
And what do you do when there is nothing?
Why can’t we all just get along?
Let me be included in the fun,
Let me laugh alongside you.
Why can’t you include me?
let me play along,
Let me be active in this friendship.
Why can’t we be better friends?
Let yourself talk to me,
Let yourself be nice at some point.
Why can’t we be free?
Let your cliques disintegrate,
Let us all get along.
So why can’t we all just get along?
There are two kind of people,
The first kind sucks.
The second kind is Foster.
I only want to be with them
If they are that second kind of person.
But those first ones always get in my way.
And make blockage.
Tears stream down the curvature of my chin
Salty dreams being washed up
Jealousy adding bitterness to my sadness
Why is their life so much better than mine?
Life rocks, then you live…
Wait, that’s effed up.
I just LOVE being yelled at in the morning…
If you look at it one way,
Flew by so utterly fast.
But in other terms,
It creeped and screeched onward
So very very sluggishly.
A pleasant month
It has been.
It is almost time for me to escape my footsteps
And be promoted as a sophomore.
This month has brought growth,
And has surpassed boundaries
I haven’t bothered to attempt.
Driving on a highway,
Revealing my secrets.
Talking to people I havent bothered talking to before.,
And writing a poem every day for 30 days straight.
I am proud,
I am honoured
I am happy.
HAPPY DAY BEFORE MAY EVERYONE 🌸
This cannot be true.
Everything is a lie.
My head is spinning.
My body’s aching.
My eyes are weak to stay open.
There is NO way there is school tomorrow.
It’s also Monday.
Let me rest my head
On my cosy, warm bed
Bundled up in blankets
My head on a soft pillow
And let me sleep
young, fresh, scientific.
notes altered by a dial,
hear the synthesisers play