she looks out the window
hot, frustrated tears dripping down her cheeks
she clenches her hands into fists
she cannot believe what she is seeing
"how," she whispers, "how can they be so happy?
"how can they be content living like this?
"how are they so goddamn happy
"when i feel so isolated?"
she wakes up every day
puts on the same dress and the same shoes
tears that no one can see
and cries that no one can hear
she stands, looking out the window again
"can't anyone hear me?" she cries through clenched teeth.
"how are you all so happy? are you even really happy?"
no one even looks up, but they all still smile
she is looking out the window
watching them all talk to the same people they always talk to
going to the same places they've already been
making the same mistakes they've always made
her lip quivers, but she cries for help one last time, "but you've done it all before!
can't you see? it's all the same—
how do you find the same shit funny?
how do you not get bored of living?"
life bores her
life exhausts her
still, the cycle doesn't escape her
she puts on the same dress and the same shoes
and stands outside her window.
YOU ARE READING
rose petals and soccer balls
Poesíathe first volume of poetry i've ever created. for everyone who's ever been heartbroken. i see you. • strong lowercase usage • (if cover photo belongs to you, let me know for credit!!)
