Im The Eighth

Dark black gulls circling against the grey sky,
I stare up, wishing to be free like them, free of my lie,
My eyes track every movement it makes,
Snap out i think, OH FOR GODSFUCKING SAKES!

Locked door behind me, i slide my back down it,
Tears well in my eyes, then glide down my face, as i sit,
Smacked my head against the door, groaned out loud,
God's, why now? why ever WAS THIS EVER F*****G ALLOWED?

I sat there in that exam, eyes vacant and clear,
My mind making me worried and wishing to disappear,
Pen abused and unwanted in my clenched hand,
Sweet green Christ, this was NEVER EVER PLANNED!

It hit me, hit me harder than a ton of bricks,
I'm a living campaigner of my fathers ancient conflicts,
Some great inheritance hes kindly left for me,
Oh yay, my life just seems to be UP THE SODDING SWANNEY!

I looked up airline tickets to Geneva, Switzerland,
One way ticket it will be stamped, i understand,
Only if i chose to go, chose one last act of faith,
Because if 7 out of 7 equals a whole, IM THE F*****G EIGHTH!!!

Author's Note

I must have been in a happy mood....