Late Night Thoughts From the 8th Grade

Look, okay, I didn’t ask for this life. I didn’t ask for this drama, I didn’t ask for this strife. Would you stop yelling, stop asking of me? If I put to it an end and let this world be? What do you want from me, sitting tall and transparent? Don’t echo their questions, you lackluster parrot. My heart, it beats free, to no specific thump of a drum. My mind doesn’t whir, it’s a constant dull hum. My life isn’t ordinary, it is a constant test. Do I look good in blood red or a funeral dress? The wounds have all healed, old she is far behind. Don’t worry, my friend, when she’s caught I’ll be kind. It’ll come back, all in due time. Maybe when I relapse I won’t be afraid to try. But for now, my friend, my love, my soul; be kind to them all and watch out for poles.