Laughing at our stomachs making whale noises in quiet classrooms,
Grimacing at the sickly sweet changing room perfume,
Laughing at our own jokes at lunch,
Starting rumours: "it's just a hunch..."
Flicking through textbooks with crinkled eyes,
Addicted to technology and staying up all night,
Laughing our hours away,
Pretending our lives aren't stained,
Nursing all the emotions we sprained,
Whilst feeling our previous pride wane.
Having to brave all our insecurities,
And you know inside we're never that pretty,
We're running from labels, running from scars,
Listening for those soft teardrops on our metaphorical guitars,
We're still staring at the ceiling looking for those stars,
Looking for that place that we could call ours,
Fretting over girls and grades, why were we ever so afraid,
Of growing up?
Perhaps one day, at lunchtime, I'll walk down the hill,
Stop at Starbucks for overpriced coffee,
Grace the sweetshop to drool over chocolate toffee,
Whilst everyone is being so whiny,
I look up and realise how truly tiny
We are in this universe.
And you know what?
We may feel like life is a curse,
But I think everything will turn out alright.
YOU ARE READING
The Whispers In My Skull
PoetryThis is the collection of poems I've been writing. Most of them don't rhyme, so apologies in advance, but I hope you enjoy them. (Although I am so glad to burn my GCSE poem book :D )
