When I go to school, I'm free
From the pressure
The suffocating darkness
That likes to make its presence known
When I'm not
I feel like I'm drowning
In a sea
Of my own thoughts
Especially at night
Every second spent
In the place
I'm forced to call
"Home"
Is an hour stretching
Impossibly longer
The clock is not my friend
It plays tricks, going backwards
But sometimes
When I'm sitting in class
Smiling truly
For the first time since Friday afternoon
A sliver
Of that suffocating darkness
Slips back inside my head
My smile drops
But only for a second
Until it's back again
Only now
It's fake.
YOU ARE READING
Nighttime Musings
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems I write while going through all the angsty teenage emotions :D NO I DO NOT NEED THERAPY- but you probably do xx
