Why can't I be Her
I don't know what's going on inside my mind...
The happy ghosts in there turned me into a failure...
Then the sad ones came to tell me she succeeded in life...
The lump in my throat screams why can't I be her...
The tears in my reddened eyes are a waste of my time...
I should be studying now...
It's hard and I'm dumb and I don't know why...
I threw my books for I don't know how...
Tomorrow I'll stare at my paper...
The nauseous feeling will haunt me again...
When I leave my paper with no answers...
It asks again: why can't I be her?
Lara Houssami
2-17-2019
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
