I am yelled at by my family again
This time, it is for waking up late
They try to keep me in their tight chain
But they can't forever keep me in their prison of hate
I care not what they will do
Ground me, hit me, or take my paper and pen
But as far as pens go, I always have two
They can't take that away, nor can they take my zen
Poetry is my getaway from my life
Stressful and oppressive is what life likes to be
People love to have their strife
Especially if it is against me
Is it so wrong for a boy to write?
Is it so wrong for a boy to be sad?
Why must it always be a fight?
Why am I seen as bad?
I was never understood
That's why I never had any pals of my own
Although if I tried, I probably could
But they would eventually leave me all alone
But my poetry never judges my quirks
It listens like a loyal friend
Being sad and bored can have its perks
I don't care if it isn't a trend
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Girl
PoezieIn a world where a boy is unloved One seems to show some sign of care Was she one sent from the above? Unlike everyone else, she treats him so fair *** This is my first poetry novel. There are about six stanzas per chapter, but this is subject to ch...
