Such sadness as this I have never known,
That of disappointed acceptance.
I hide upstairs writing,
Head pounding.
Family laughs downstairs.
I am alone
Set apart from the people I love and loathe so much.
School started on Monday,
By Tuesday the headaches had consumed me.
They will not leave me be,
But instead pound viciously inside my skull or lurk in the back,
Much like the fear, stress, and despair I face every day.
At times I can do nothing but sit,
Pencil in hand,
Scribbling down my angst.
ANGST ANGST ANGST
I feel as though this world could crash and burn
And I'd still just sit here scribbling,
Frozen in time
Silent
Screaming
I long for the headaches to end,
For good grades without all the stress.
I realize this sounds like regular "teen angst."
Maybe it is.
Our elders make fun of us for thinking the world is against us.
But it's true,
And with every pig-headed remark it becomes more and more a reality.
I want to erase them and everything they've done to all these pure, undeserving children.
My headaches will never go away, will they?
Never never never
They'll stay with me till I die,
Pounding
Beating
Relentlessly
How tired I am
Of school
Of society
Of stress
Of parents
Of headaches.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
