She was upset again
These Bat Mitzvah's and Bar Mitzvah's have
been filled with drama between the
blasting music
And so we went to the bathroom
So she could cry in peace
And on the couch were some kids
Nice kids not really the type to be mean
And one cracked a joke
"Theres the sad squad"
And now it keeps floating through my mind
I'm pushing it away
But it's like pushing away something floating in a river
It keeps coming back.
Is this what I am now?
A part of the Sad Squad?
We are good people.
But somehow something always gets fucked up
But we have been warned about this
Through serious words
And jokes
We were told that seventh grade would be like this
But I never really thought
I would be rambling onto paper
About my suicidal friends
But I hope that one day
My friends and I won't be
The sad squad
YOU ARE READING
A book of feelings
PoetryI have these crazy things called feelings. They are scary, but amazing too. You can hear them better in poetry so I made this. Hopefully they make sense.
