Pass the Guilt

Ah, teenage angst with a bit, just a bit, of mislaid anger.

The words won't leave my hand,

the song won't leave my lips,

this room seems so empty,

with the notes on my fingertips.

I can't express what I feel,

all these things just caught inside,

they'll start to melt me down,

Can't remember why I cried.

Why can't you understand the meaning,

even when no words are said,

you pretend to know everything about me,

But now, that connection's dead.

I can feel me slowly dying,

Now I'll go lay my casket out,

I'll hate every moment,

But I won't have a doubt.

Just know you drove me to it,

with a smile on your face.

But even so I bear the weight,

because I bottled all the tears up,

I made my own disgrace.

Author's Note

Hey, look, more not quite pathetic more pitiful really poetry! As I was looking for more to post, I went through some old papers on my shelves, and I keep coming up with middle school mayhem. Maybe tomorrow I'll unsheath my better stuff, but I feel like beginning where I began.