March 1st, 2021
17 Years Old
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It's a miracle if I'm still awake by 11:30pm,
I tell my friends
I can't stay up late to save my life.
I've never pulled an all nighter.
But the other night I stayed up until 2.
And I remembered why I go to bed when I do.
Because after midnight is when the bad thoughts come.
And I can't stand it.
I'm tired, I notice the flashes of light in my vision
That I always get when I start to fall asleep.
So why can't I do it.
Why won't my brain turn off.
I didn't turn my diffuser on.
Maybe that's why I can't fall asleep.
I can't kid myself though.
We all know some oils in the air can't waft away demons.
As I hate myself for being up so late,
I stare at the wall in shame.
My brain is both so loud
And so quiet.
So yes, I'm a lucky teenager who has a good sleep schedule.
I have no insomnia, no drive to stay up.
I have a healthy hobby
So I can avoid everything.
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Teenage Hooligan: An Original Poetry Chapbook
PoesíaJoin me and my original poetry. Updates as more poems are written. Just an 18-year-old girl trying to find her way in the world. Follow her journey through multiple poems, and relate to the tell-tale imagery and real-life situations. Take a step in...
