Must I ask you when I take a breath?A Poem by BobbieThis is a poem that is... no officially in my perspective... I wrote it on a sad day, to a sad song and I thought it was a tiny little cupcake of how depressed my generation is today. Enjoy.I feel so old. Like I’m surrounded by young people. I’m only 16. The desire to know anymore than I do already is not there... Tragedy has struck over and over again. And wiser than an owl is what I am. A magnet pulls me towards older people. The only difference between me and them is that they’ve got a couple years on me. My age is always the last thing I tell... I wish it didn’t matter. I wish this time felt more special.
Because when I do get to the age I want to be, I’m gonna wish I had this moment
back. I’m going to wish I wasn’t so stupid.
I’m gonna wish that I focused on school harder than getting that text back in
less than 20 minutes. The soundtrack to my life is
endlessly dramatic and sad. A piano
plays as my tears travel to the ground. A voice is droning on as I look in the
mirror. Lyrics rhyme on as I stare with hatred at myself. Every word out of my mouth is going
to be judge like it’s not my own. Every decision doesn’t end positively. Everyone
is looking at what I wear. Everything is not mine. I might as well stop doing things...
or perhaps starts saying “is that alright with you guys?” after making a move,
saying a word, loving a person. © 2012 BobbieReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2012 Last Updated on April 7, 2012 Tags: young adult, depression, generation, teens, poems, sadness, bull shit, relate able, is that alright with you? |