02/01/25
The new moon looking down,
Peacefully and motherly,
Observing,
unaware of her beauty,
With her loyal bright subject shining nearby,
The weak lights below twinkling with envy trying to compete,  
The painted sunset peaking through the dark skeletons of the trees,
Framing her and completing the picture,
The ugly cars and buildings trying to hide the warm orange light beneath her,
But they could never win.
Eventually the thick lace of clouds slowly swallow up the orange,
turning yellow,
Then teal,
Finally resting at blue,
Putting the sun to sleep,
Although it is too beautiful for us to witness,
Leaving the moon to watch over.

- JJ

I am 15 years old-
-15-
The nightmare turning
To reality

How much longer can I do this,
Somethings wrong with me.
Alone in this world,
No can save me

I am not depressed,
Nor suffering greatly,
But I am 15,
With the world on my shoulders

Moods swings up and down,
Round and round,
Spun-
with no way out

Is anyone there?-
-Watching this world,
The horror the tragedies,
That could never be told

Shaking in my bed,
Uncontrollable tears,
I cannot think straight,
My mind full of fears

How can I do so much,
At the age of 15,
Pick out my life,
When its bearly begun

Supposed to be doing so much,
Yet I am unable to even get up,
Please let me escape from these exams,
Nearing closer and closer

They creep up on me,
But I’m only 15?
Wish to run away,
Into the jungle

With the birds and the trees,
Free from this torture.
This is not who I am meant to be-
Please I am only 15.

I cannot be the only one,
Who knows I don’t belong,
Away from the ugly bricks,
Crushing down on my soul

I wish to be free,
But I am only 15,
Trapped in this circus,
With only blinded screams

01/03/35
-JJ