Freak

I wake up every morning and realize that I’m a loser

I look in the mirror as I get dressed for another miserable day

Ahead of me and can’t stand the sight of the girl I see looking

Back at me.

 

I walk alone in the hallways, seeing everyone else laughing and joking around with someone.

Bags are under my eyes from long nights of watching television and eating because I have no life.

Family doesn’t help. Only seem to make things worse.

Therapists don’t help. They’ll only want to ship me away to the nearest mental hospital: IOL.

 

Friends are of little supply.

A form of excoriation haunts me; my skin is not safe. Not even from me.

No idea why that is.

The side of my head throbs.

 

 

Writing helps, but only so much.

Just finished crying. No one noticed, not even when my shoulders were shaking.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Life can be a bear. I used writing to release bad energy. You are young and life is your choice. Don't like the people around you. Later in life. Find a place where you are content. Took me a trip to Europe for three years to figure what I needed and wanted. A very strong poem of disappointment and sadness.
Coyote

[(JR) Joshua Hernandez]

wow, great poem but sad

[Annie29]

Love it, because I've been there.
Pick your head up girl, you're a wonderful writer (: