January First
By Anne, age 18, Florida
Quiet little raindrops, *splat splat*
The silk rustles and fades,
Just another Thursday morning.
Nothing is different while different is everything.
Cold crystal curtains flutter in the light,
Did you dream her face again?
Of course not, you never have.
Kiss away the nightmares and hair dye,
We never did it for you, you're not worth it.
Caressing the cradle of what could have been,
You screwed it up, oh well.
You pity yourself too much, shhh.
Don't claim you suffer silently for it is a lie,
Dancing around, pretending you're the sun,
Wasting time with fantasies and forgetting all your dreams,
Marking your territory, isn't it silly?
Count every kiss and brag about your collection,
Always wanting what was never yours.
You tried to grow up faster but the ladder would not reach.
Quit whining, you seem to make do.
The doublecrosser was doublecrossed,
The fat lady sang,
Sitting in the dark memorizing old scripts,
Lie your head on the shoe in the corner,
Rivers winding down your cheek.
You've ignored the green-eyed stranger,
Dozing securely on your false sense of superiority.
Never mind reality, what you make up must be so much better.
Immaturity fits like a glove, why take it off?
Roll over and pull the comforter closer,
No worries, the truth will never get through.
