When The Light Dies And Darkness Thrives
Great,
The bus,
Every morning indecisive and overwhelmed
Who should I sit by?
The question is,
Who would want to sit by you?
I mean, No one wants to,
And you know it.
Shut up…
That's not true.
I've got plenty of people who wouldn't mind me.
There’s the girl I sit next to in class
And we talk from time to time.
Oh, and don't forget the boy who waves hi to me in the halls!
Or that's what you want to think.
You know they don't like you
You’re annoying and desperate.
The girl only talks to you,
because her friends are in other classes.
Oh, and that boy who waves hi?
His friends are behind you,
hanging by the water fountain.
Whatever! It doesn't matter anyways.
I’ll just sit by whoever is available…
That is if they don't reject you.
But let’s not forget the rest of school!
Friendless,
alone,
unwanted,
annoying,
Teacher’s pet.
You.
Be quiet,
You’re part of me too.
Exactly why I hate myself.
I'm part of You.
I'm part of the same annoying mind,
Same broken body,
Same pimply, broken out face.
Don't you take care of yourself?
You look disgusting!
No wonder you don't like yourself either.
Just shut up already.
Go away.
Shut up
SHuT Up
SHUT UP!
If you actually wanted me gone,
I wouldn't be here would I.
You believe everything I say,
You know I'm right.
You’re always right...
If you didn't believe me,
I’d be dead.
Why are you always right!?
At least one of us is right.
Why am I so pathetic?
Am I not good enough,
Is that why I have no real friends?
Am i not smart enough,
My grades are so low...
AM I not PreTty EnoUgh
My body doesn't deserve me…
Weren't you listening.
God, you really are stupid
Stop it!
JUst Stop It Please
Shut Up
Please
please
…
…
…
Silence…
Quiet
Solitude
Lonely
Alone
Abandoned
Deserted
Stranded
Rejected
Given up on
Forgotten
Dead
Just dead.
Louise Hogg
Sun 22nd Jan 2017 14:42
A clever well written piece. Your structure works well with the two voices clearly showing the conflict. The internal conflict is captured within the internal structure of the page, making this poem so much more than the words on the page.
Great poem.