Messages on the Wall

Messages scrawled upon the walls of a bathroom stall,

Gossip and expressions of hatred toward those who are considered friends,

So i sit there for a while,

As I take in the words that surround me,

Expected to find something that describes myself,

But there is nothing,

not one small mention.

So I grab my pen from my pocket,

So when the next girl enters,

The big black permanent message she'll find will read:

'Jenna, that b***h You'd better not cross'

Reviews

[Jibey]

Well, our minds keep on turning while we're sitting there! When there is something to read it makes the moments pass with more interest! And how fascinating are human beings - even their scrawls on a lavatory wall tells us of lives filled with loving and laughing, with joys and sorrows, with warmth and cold hatred... and I was amused to think of you venting your spleen with such energy, walking away satisfied, as the waters flushed behind you...

[Jasmine]

This is very imaginative. Although, I have to say I think - from the tone of your poetry - that you're having trouble seeing the really good things in life. I hope you're healing by all writing this.
The world is AMAZING! Both good and bad.

[Forest Green]

Brought a smile...this is quite one of a kind. Delightful...!

[hmm]

loved the last four lines of this,
such a strong, powerful write,
with raging emotions. NIcely done hun!