Ignorance is bliss,

but ignorance is over,

is life not bliss now?

Rip my sanity,

it was melted from the truths,

that made me spiral.

In my defense,

I don't care about

homework

or my grades.

Not because I just don't,

no,

it's from the fact

that it doesn't matter.

When I'm older an employer

won't look at an english assignment,

but they will my college

and my achievements.

I am told to waste time,

time that will fly by,

and do work I already know.

Why waste my time,

reviewing something I can do in my head?

I can memorize the notes,

read all the lines,

but still they want me

to waste MY time.

I am a pencil.

Needed until I am overused,

and then I am tossed aside.

When I'm older,

my first tattoo will be a semicolon.

Not a flower, not a heart.

A reminder that life could be a lot different,

for better or for worse.

Yesterday, I was asked, "Are you depressed?"

I responded, no, with a laugh.

As I saw a flash of concern,

I paused.

I asked, Are you serious?

And they said, "Yes."

Messages left on read,

leaving me confused.

Are you busy or...

do you just not want to talk?