A boiling kettle of frothy milk ready to spill
over,
Anger ready to
burst from the veins,
Dim
resignation to life's challenges,
Mindless
stomping through lifeless days,
Quiet
contemplation of ending it all,
Fear bursting
from hastily-stitched seams,
Too nervous to
rhyme properly,
Too busy to
properly rhyme,
Fear, fear of
living a normal life,
Tired, tired
to live an extraordinary one,
Such is the
life of a mere 16-year-old,
Barely begun
with life,
contemplating
termination already,
with all the
pressure of self-made dreams.
**
A small piece I wrote on the 25th of May that I was extremely hesitant to post. But hey, in the words of Joseph Reaux, 'Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes' and Sunday clothes are rarely a feast for the eyes, are they? In any case, reader, hopefully, I will stop writing poetry positively dripping with teen angst and emotion - it really ruins the vibe of this blog.
Dude! I really love this poem! Personally, it's my favorite one.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! It means a lot when your emotions, particularly negative ones, are acknowledged positively.
DeleteAre you who I think you are, btw?
HAHAHA THERE YOU HAVE MY IDENTITY!
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