Unaware

Unawareness...kind of dark.

As the class drags on,

I sit in the back,

Unaware of anything,

Outside of my own little world.

 

I walk in the hall,

Unaware of the stares I get,

And the whispers that swirl

All around me.

She's a freak,

A loser,

Here she comes!

I am unaware

Of the disgusted snorts,

The cruel remarks,

And the merciless rumors.

 

Why should I care of what they think?

It's not like I give a damn about anything else...

 

I am unaware,

That I am living a life,

Full of sorrow and grief.

 

Her eyes have no life,

She never smiles,

She's like a zombie walking through the halls.

 

I lie in bed, eyes closed,

Aware of another day,

Of unawareness.

Author's Note

So what do you think?

Reviews

[Lazzz is twisessed]

I think it is very good, Rebecca! You write good poems

[Mariana]

wow!!
it's a very nice piece.
I love it..
SO discriptive..
Bien echo!
Keep up the good work!!!