Trail and Error

When will it be okay for us to part our lips from the straight pressed line

And let out small gasp for sweat air

For our eyebrows to un-knit

And fall into an expression unseen by anyone else

Putting down the facade for a moment

Maybe we can even let out lips curl up at it’s corners

Into the smallest grin-

No, f**k it-

When will be able to stretch our mouths so wide

The corners and our cheeks hurt and salty tears roll down them

To smooth out the tension

Dripping down from our chins

And onto the floor

Echoing voices drumming against the walls like a percussion orchestra

Some screams

Some laughter

I don’t know which

Relief comes in many forms

When will we be able to fill our lungs like balloons

Till they ache and just

Let it all out

When will life stop being a game of trial and error

And tell us how can we win

Because sometimes it gets tiring

Running in quick sand

Or swimming against the waves

So tiring that we can't possible hold up our facades

Or our false sense of pride

So tell me when

We

Can stop trying so goddamn hard

And let our arms fall loosely to our sides

Slight swinging from the breeze

Tilt are heads up to the sky

Drop our mask

And fake smiles

And scream

Because I'm so f*****g tired of trying a hundred times hard

Then everyone else

And getting no where

Author's Note

Wow, it's been so long since I've posted anything, maybe a year? I'm not sure. I was thinking of entering this poem in for a contest my school library is holding for a free ice cream coupon but then again, maybe not. I selected my classes for senior year and I'm going A.P language and composition and Journalism, so writing is in my future. I know I don't post often, once every few months, but that's just the kind of writer I am. I hope you forgive me for that.