The popular group

They are a distinct chatter loop

Starting new drama each day

Being snotty and say their parents' cash is their pay

Buying expensive things for the hell of it

Riding in the new cars, though just a little bit

Always talking in the halls

To avoid them, kids walk into the walls

The lesser kids are like prey

While they are like a manta ray

Always eating in information to be used

The info helps keep the lessers abused

And keeps the populars amused.

The popular group.

The boy stood in front of his class
The short story unit was ***
The teacher had them do presentations
For they all had to do representations

The boy stood in front of random humans
The class looked like Roman ruins
Most people were gone
Thank Satan for that one

The boy’s hands were getting sweaty
No he did not have spaghetti
He was already forgetting his lines
It was like in front of his eyes, there were blinds.

The boy was a stuttering mess
At least compared to last time it was less
He sat down with his face bright red
He felt like he could drop dead

But then the class started clapping
The rest of the presentations were wrapping
The teacher handed back their rubric
The kid felt kind of sick

The teacher, with a smile, gave mine to me
I had gotten a B..

(True story)

The red bleeds down my leg
As I drag the metal contraption as if im drawing with lead

The yelling is louder in my mind
Than downstairs with those kind.

The kind as in people who claim to be an adult
The ones who are nothing more than a cult

The cult of ******* parents who hate their kin
Hate them more than when they stub their shin

I'm nothing more than a mistake they tried to erase
By drinking alcohol and arguing at a pace

My friend tries texting my snap
But im too far gone to give a crap

I drag the blade harder, deeper than before
I suddenly become aware of the door

The door is open

Everyone is staring

Everyone is asking why...

What should I do?

Instead of saying, I turn my head away

I run away
Like all my problems before today

Eventually, given enough time, I'll push my friends away


I hope that comes sooner than later..

Because I dont know how much longer I can keep up with smiling..

You’re in a weird place right now;
you feel like you don’t know which way is up
and which way is down,
and you know everyone
says to just follow your heart,
but you don’t know where it is.
It’s in that clearing where you left it.
It’s in the summer air.
It’s in a love you haven’t touched.
It’s in a song you haven’t listened to.
A book you haven’t read.
You’ll find it again,
you will,
just please,
don’t stop looking.