In my dream
Am broken
My fleshes eaten
My body rotton
My bones taken
As ritual of token
With words unspoken
I broke through
Wide open
My leased body
In the ***** oven
Unworldly beings
Never ever seen
I was soon shaken
To waken
From a bad dream...

©sim

I am just a drama queen
Another over dramatic teen
I sit and cry
When I could fly
But I choose to frown
And feel so down
Being so irrational
And acting all emotional
Pretending I am the center of everything
But I am truly nothing

A thousand strangers go before me
Their bad jokes and worse haircuts linger
In my online shadow, that twenty-first century history
That is etched for every one of us.

The species has always been able to forget
It is what keeps us alive, and subsequently kills us
So why is it we can forget the past's atrocitites
But not my Year 9 obsession with Japanese cartography?