the weight

The weight
gets heavier and heavier
with each coming day.

Wake up.

Go to school.

Get good grades.

Smile.

Look pretty.

Be nice to everyone.

Talk to friends.

Go to class.

Do your work.

Answer questions.

Go to work.

Work hard.

Meet expectations.

Go home.

Repeat.

The weight
gets heavier and heavier
with each coming day
and i don't know
how long it will be
until
it
crushes
me.

out of reach

I see the way
your eyes
looks at her
when you think
she isn't looking.

They roam over
her bowed lips
when she talk
the swing of her hips
when she walks
and the way her eyes
gaze around the room.

Oh why
Oh why
can it not be me?

Why can't your eyes
light up
when they meet
mine.

Why can't you
admire the way
i talk
the way
i walk.

Why must the fates be so cruel
to put something
so close
to me
but
so far
out of my
reach.

sick

I'm just so fucking sick of it.
So.
Fucking.
Sick.

Why do you think you can just talk to me
after ignoring me?

Why do you think you can coming running to me
when your friends leave you
and I'm your only option.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Someone important?

Someone who means something to me?

Well I'm here to tell you:
you
mean
nothing
to
me.

Go fuck around with your friends
and when they leave
stay alone
deal with it
don't come running to me
because
I don't want you.