16 Candles Part 1
I bawl myself to a deep sleep every night,
Because no one can hear my cries in the sunlight.
They may be desperate dewdrops that stop at a sight of a morning glory,
But labels are strong, they fight to be released, they scream a different story.
I look into my mirror at my tear stained face after a long day of smiling,
I shriek with guts of agony “I’ve had enough of life and this senseless dwelling!”
I dream to be woken up a person without my infections,
It’s not a simple journey of accepting our imperfections.
I have notebook pages of secrets,
They are deathly unexposed spirits.
Poems upon poems of my invalid emotions,
Sealed in my mind, avoiding firework explosions.
Boys still don’t like me, I was promised the love of my life, where is the tragical romance?
That every movie character seemed to have along with an invite to the prom dance.
All I have is a huge crush, that’s a cross off my checklist,
On a certain someone who doesn’t even know I exist.
Wasn’t something special supposed to happen when I turned 16?
I’m myself, and so is my world of blue skies and grass of green.
Joy was kept limited, gloom was gifted,
And my mind was an eclipse, afflicted.
My future is all to displease,
Bad people have good destinies.
I’m not pure, but can’t I have ease?
Good people have bad destinies.
Copyright © Farzeen Rashid | Year Posted 2020
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