Just A basic teen making poetry

Broken Reeds

It's all fun and good till the first chip comes in.
Like a reed that a woodwind player uses to make music.
Looks and feels fragile but makes something beautiful as a result of being used.

Friday night lights come around
Sturdy faces and quick movements to march along for the pre game and half time.

Band stands are a mess with screaming kids and family. Freshmen just vibing while some join in on the yelling and cheering and screaming till their head pounds and voices are ripped.

Like a reed I seem fragile but yet sturdy to hold shape for a week or two.
Then the chip comes in and the wear and tear breaks in as I am seen to be not as good as the other reeds that are newer.

With these old reeds we just toss them away and replace them.

Out with the old and in with the new Right?

But as a reed I am just seen as a tool to make music then tossed once my music doesn't sound good any longer

Only cause of a broken heart and a chip on my head. But I must stay sturdy or I'll chip more