Another awesome poem by ME!! This one is a bit longer and also free verse
My alarm goes off at six-fifteen,
a sharp, cold sound for a sixteen-year-old
who feels like sixty.
The mirror shows someone I almost recognize—
dark circles like bruised plums,
hair tied back with a worn-out band,
eyes that have practiced the exact right smile
for every hallway, every classroom, every text.
a sharp, cold sound for a sixteen-year-old
who feels like sixty.
The mirror shows someone I almost recognize—
dark circles like bruised plums,
hair tied back with a worn-out band,
eyes that have practiced the exact right smile
for every hallway, every classroom, every text.
I am tired of the noise.
Of group chats buzzing with drama
I don't have the energy to care about,
of teachers saying “this will matter for your future,”
as if I had planned to go on past Friday afternoon.
I am tired of folding myself into smaller shapes
just to fit into the rooms they put me in,
of nodding when I want to scream,
of saying “I’m fine” so fast
it leaves a taste of copper on my tongue.
Of group chats buzzing with drama
I don't have the energy to care about,
of teachers saying “this will matter for your future,”
as if I had planned to go on past Friday afternoon.
I am tired of folding myself into smaller shapes
just to fit into the rooms they put me in,
of nodding when I want to scream,
of saying “I’m fine” so fast
it leaves a taste of copper on my tongue.
Sleep doesn’t fix it.
I can close my eyes for eight hours
and wake up with the same heavy stone
sitting right behind my ribs.
It’s not the kind of tired that a nap cures;
it’s a slow-drip exhaustion of the soul,
like my battery has been stuck on two percent
for months,
and I’ve just been waiting for that special someone to plug me in.
I can close my eyes for eight hours
and wake up with the same heavy stone
sitting right behind my ribs.
It’s not the kind of tired that a nap cures;
it’s a slow-drip exhaustion of the soul,
like my battery has been stuck on two percent
for months,
and I’ve just been waiting for that special someone to plug me in.
But for now, let me just sit here on the carpet for a minute,
with my shoes still on,
the world spinning on without me,
just quiet,
just still,
just done.
the world spinning on without me,
just quiet,
just still,
just done.
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