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He stares into space
And wonders aloud:

"Why does that clown
Follow me around?"

His teacher glares at him
A glare so fierce it burns
He wishes he'd stayed in bed
Her ugly face turns red

The boy screams again
The clown forever dead
You know what?

I **** at math, I **** at breathing
In my head, everyone's screaming
I can't stop the pain when I walk
Can't stop the fear when I talk

I regret I even exist
I'm sorry for being like this
But I'm afraid and I'm scared
No surprise
no one cares.
We often don't see what's in front of us,
our lover's kindled heart

We're too careless and ignorant,
it's tearing love apart

— The End —