Unrestricted Literature

8

They say that grinning through your teeth is so much fun.
Because nobody will know what you truly feel.
And you keep biting the bullet between your teeth.
Spinning around in your mind as it fills with boredom.
Staring at the blank walls until your eyes open still.
Feeling as if you've been worthless.
As if you are worthless.
Just another word.
Without a true meaning.
You look up at your elder.
Just to pretend you were listening.
But you know it won't help you.
It won't help the bleeding.
They send you to another room.
With empty eyes and tapping feet.
"What's been going on?"
Their smile seems to gleam.
There's nothing going on.
Just haven't had much sleep.
Your eyes always seem to drift to the tinted curtains.
You keep imagining what's outside.
Maybe a few oblivious children.
Or a mob of crows.
Or maybe even cars in columns and rows.
You fiddle with your fingers to hold in your scream.
They look up at you in patience.
Again, you grit your teeth.