Pass the Prozac
By Anne, age 19, Florida
Existing can be difficult thing
The past is unforgiving,
The future is unstoppable,
And the present trudges on.
Sitting here, drowning my sorrows in the raindrops
Smashing my fists on the dead blank paint
And screaming to ears too far to hear me
You once asked me what I wanted you to do.
I replied, "Lock me away from my misery and pain
So I need no longer embarrass you."
These past 19 years have been enough
For me and for you.
It's weird how I returned but never came back.
Lost in the senseless ages of wisdom?
Or trapped in the white walls of indifference?
You should keep a closer eye on me,
My nightmares are giving me ideas ...