Can't help but feel the bitterness all over.
I don't want to go to school tommorow.
If I did I'll be forced to face them
And all the others with open mouths.
Lend me an eye will you?
The teachers mark me off as a felon.
A delinquent.
I'm indecent.
Improper.
U n wo r t h y
But they all would never understand.
They'll never know.
Because the only thing that they UNDERSTAND is what they THINK is right.
Lend me some ears will you?
I don't want to be auctioned off to the highest player;
Ready to eat me alive.
Not even bothering to know my name.
Take my mouth away, can you?
I don't think you could.
And even if you somehow managed to,
The world owes you a debt of gratitude.
For without me it becomes whole.
And I would be left to the scrappers.
That's what you wanted anyway.
That's what they all want.
And even though it pains me,
I'm ready to take one for the team.
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The Words That Hope To Carry,
Poésie"I don't want to be the one Who breaks down at the cost of something very little. Or rather, what seems like something very little to others, But means a breaking point to me." A series of poems, haiku's, tanka's, readings, stories, and monologues...
