I want to be a stupid kid
bite my tongue and cut my lip
hook up with another stupid kid
but I don't do that shit
blazing eyes and water guns
pool parties at sixteen are becoming less fun
tequila on Tuesdays make my depression fade away
but in my head its okay
because I'm studying for AP Lang
I hope I make it to college
but I doubt it if things keep going this way
I wish I was a stupid kid
that's all I have to say
because my parents know I'm better than this
so its hard to get away with it
when you're known to be responsible
and start skipping school to get drunk
and then cry on weekends when you find out your crushes are hookingup
When you see your old friend in the hallway so you get the water bottle in your locker
drowning myself in a vodka swimming pool
bathe in it till I fall asleep
but I can't claw myself out when they're chains around my feet
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions in the Breeze
Poetry"I might stand tall, but I break easily like a dandelion in the breeze"