Sunday
it's supposed to be a nice day
I can't enjoy it
I know they'll hate me if they knew.
I'll stay silent
I'll smile say hello
I'll tell some more bullshit about how nice it is.
tomorrow I'll be free
tomorrow it's school
tomorrow I see people who actually care.
so I'll stay
so I'll sit in the room with the fluorescent lights that burn my eyes more every second
so I'll sit there dreaming of faerie lights and tarot cards.
I'll stay.
tomorrow will be better.
so I'll stay but don't you dare mistake my compliance for enjoyment.
YOU ARE READING
just a few poems
PoetryI write poems as a journaling type thing so I thought I might as well just post some old ones here. yes, I do know they are absolute garbage lol.
