I spend most of my days watching other people have fun while I'm still in bed at 3 pm, not changed, not washed, not slept.
It's a Saturday afternoon and I have just rolled out of bed. I do not look like those cute girls you would imagine. I have purple bags under my eyes that are so heavy they would put my mother's shopping bags to shame.
I haven't brushed my teeth and I probably won't unless Mum decides to go out and wants me to tag along. I haven't shower and I usually haven't since Thursday. My hair is greasy and has been tied in a bun since I got home from school yesterday. The imagine in the mirror is ugly and sad and tired even though it's just slept for hours.
Mum asks how long I've slept, I tell her twelve hours. She laughs as though it's just laziness and I want to shout at her that I'd rather sleep than live this life. This continuous cycle of ground hog week where I do the same thing every week at college, the same routine when I come home and the same schedule at the weekend. It never stops.
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Poems By A Teen
PoesíaThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
