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Alex May 2015
I don’t hate you but I can’t be your friend.
Everyone looks toxic to me.
This is not supposed to be an angry letter but that's all that has been coming out lately.
The poison coming out from the tip of my pen is a part of me I don’t wish to know.
But it’s grown onto me like a **** in spring.
I’m the dandelion that to a new eye, is beautiful.
But the ones who’ve stuck around to know more,
I am annoying, old and toxic.
They pretend to be appreciative when surrounded;
Spending every second alone trying to get rid of me.
I’m sorry I became a dandelion…
Maybe when I die, you can ******* away like the others.
& your wish will finally come true.
Alex May 2015
With every cycle the clock ticks
I escape the world from the back of the room
Through letters shaped as thoughts
Staring at where once was the moon

Seems pretty okay, right?
But you can’t write your sorrows on exams.
I would need the entire alphabet.
But I’m left with four bold letters at my hands

I began writing "I’m sorry" beside my name.
Answering questions with just because
I started leaving pages empty
I truly believed that’s what i’d become

When things came to an end,
I passed, but I failed to get better.
*- At least if i had actually failed, I would have gotten a second chance.
Alex May 2015
I am the book that’s already been read & put on the shelf.
I am the first generation of ipod.
I am the broken guitar string.
I am the car that won’t start.

I am the kid sitting alone downtown at 3am.
I am the 300 year old clock that just broke again.
I am the song that finishes too soon.
Today, tomorrow; I am invisible.

I’m not sure if this should be an apology letter.
I just figure for once, I might be able to make things better.
Me; is just something you should never ask me to define.
Modern day society can make you feel like this sometimes. I myself, have felt each and every one of these analogies day after day. I thought, instead of describing and explaining each one out, I'd be better off to leave the readers feel their own versions.
Alex May 2015
You are more than the price tag on your clothes,
More than the number on the scale.
You are more than the grades you are given,
& the pants size you fit in.

You are more than the number of friends you have,
More than the reflection in the mirror.
You’re flawless because you’re his creation.
I can’t make in any clearer.
I am not religious but this was made to be for anyone to read.

— The End —