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Anonymous Feb 2018
The girl you watch in the hallway,
the one who shoves around the others,
The one no one ever bothers,
The one that deicides your happy days,
The one that turns school into a maze,
She’s the one that only plays.

The girl you smile at on the train,
The one that teases your best friend,
The one that will never make it end,
The one that stops your brain,
The one that makes it rain,
She’s the one that causes pain.

The girl you talk to in the class,
The one that copies what you write,
The one you think about at night,
The one that goes with the mass,
The one that seems so out of glass,
She’s the one that will never let you pass.

The girl you hug in the streets,
The one that takes all you bring,
The one that wants a diamond ring,
The one you follow while she leads,
The one that always knows the beats,
She’s the one that steals your seats.

The girl you kiss in the bar,
The one that leaves you the bill,
The one that wants you to spill,
The one you think is a star,
The one that breaks your car,
She’s the one that defines who you are.
Curtis Owens Jan 2019
I squander my time
I wander and wind between the pillars of despair in my mind
crawling my way through mazes made by “Phases” in my mind
trying my best to find out what it means to be normal.
I hear that storm calling out all the time
thunderclouds battering my mind
the darkness that rolls in on all sides.
My smiles come and go with the tides
betting my life on rolls of a dice.

Who is it that deicides that I have to feel this way?
Who is it that decides the worth of my life?
who is it that decides I should feel this pain, or behave astray or be taken away
from my mum: when I was young.
I don’t have the power to be okay,
I don’t have the power to end my days
or let go of my pain.

why can’t I be like them?
why can’t I think about cars and tv?
why do I think of stars and poetry,
or the feel of wet grass beneath my feet?
my thoughts

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