I am my own Pilot

I'm on the first floor

Feeling good about my plan

I'm tired of all these people

laughing at who I am

 

Making fun of how I talk

Making fun of how I walk

Making fun of how I look

And how I even read a book

 

I'm on the second floor

Happy I'm finally getting somewhere

Getting sad just thinking about

how no one seemed to care

 

Things started getting violent

People shoving me to the ground

But there's no need to worry Mom

'Cuz I'll no longer be around

 

I'm on the third floor

And I've reached the halfway point

Getting a little nervous now

I can feel it in my joints

 

I know this is right

It's my last decision

They all said I'd be too scared

But I'm not done with my mission

 

I'm on the fourth floor

And numb all over

My body moves by itself

And I watch, in a sort of hover

 

I wish someone hovered over me

That God had sent me an angel

But now it's too late to wish

'Cuz I've gotten so entangled

 

I'm on the fifth and final floor

Walking across the gravel roof

This walk is getting longer

I feel like a horse with metal hooves

 

I've reached the end of this building

Looking out at the beautiful sunset

Estimating just how long

my father will be upset

 

But that doesn't matter now

'Cuz it's time to reach for the sky

....3.....2.....1........

 

So this is what it feels like to fly

Author's Note

This is a poem written for my Civics thesis paper on socio-poitical issues. I based it on teen suicide and bullying because of the nationwide attention it's been getting lately. I'm hoping that it's powerful enough.