It's lunch time
And I'm in my math teachers' room
Writing godawful poetry
When I have a math test next period.
Our health class
Just watched a video about cyber-bullying
And the girl forgives her lying backstabbing bitch of a friend
I just called my friend
Who is absent
I called her twice
And she hung up twice
Sixteen seconds
Eleven seconds
I'm sitting in the library now
On a circular table
Table for four.
I am one
But I always sit on a table with empty seats
So that I always know I am alone
This red ink looks darker in this lighting
A much more appealing shade
In comparison to how it looks in my bedroom
I'm thinking that I all I should be doing for the next few years of my life
Is math and music
More of both
I'm really scared one of my friends will come and sit next to me
I'm pretending the monsters from Six Skies are there
This might be unhealthy
Some bitch Megan just sat here
She's not really a bitch
But can't she see that my monster friend is angry
Because she just took his fucking seat
Whenever I'm in math class
I always feel like writing poetry
When I am writing poetry
I don't want to do anything else
Math class is over in five minutes
I think I did okay on my test
But Spanish is next
And I know I won't be doing okay there
My stomach feels as if
The acids that are supposed to be breaking down my food
There is none shh
Are killing the lining of my stomach tissue
I have a self-destructing organ.
Once upon a time
This used to be a math notebook
That's all I ever write about in here
math.
This is satisfying
My monster friends from Six Skies
aren't here
and
I really wish they were.
I'm sitting encased in a red velvet colored blanket
It's actually my brothers
This is his third blanket
He got it for Christmas
Its his for a while, and then I take it
even though I already have one of my own
So I guess he'll be getting a new one soon
The monsters from Six Skies
are here
watching me
protecting me
I quite like their company
I don't want them to leave
even at school
It's not a metaphor
But then again some days I look at myself in the mirror from several different angles of view
More satisfying than I'd imagined.
I forgive everyone for everything
and I don't angry
Before it was anger and unforgiveness
Slowly I realized feelings like these
were just too unnecessary for me
I think I do too many unnecessary things things like that
And I want to cut all of it up
I like basic
But I also like intricate
I have been writing poetry
for three years.
since I was in the sixth grade
They all used to rhyme
And my parents would be proud
Because I was proud
as I grinned while I read them to them
And they were proud because it was about things
like sunshine
I wonder if they would be proud now
Because I never even show them
And the only time I write about sunshine
Is when something else is eating it away.