Dead

This poem's about how i feel right now. no energy, irritated, and i don't care about anything.

I'm staring at the wall

I'm listening from down the hall

To the music that makes my parents sick

Maybe this'll do the trick.

I'm never gonna move again

And it's only a quarter past ten

I've made up my mind

Don't try to be kind

Don't you tell me what to do

I don't have the patience

To deal with you

And your stupid, cheery attitude.

Turn up the base

Get out of my face.

Author's Note

Rawrness, hoes.

Reviews

[Raven Wilson]

Brutal, honest. I like it although it isn't my normal brand of poetry. I've had those days as well. good job on putting it into such effective words.