NOT A GOOD DAY TODAY
yeah school sucked and so did after school
i wrote a poem about the after school part...i guess its a poem
its 10:22 and your voice makes me cringe like nails on a chalkboard.
running to my room and slamming the door is the only escape.
turn up the radio to drown out the yelling of "open the door"
i sit on the floor with my back against the bed and my feet
pressed to the door
singing "counting the days" at the top of my lungs till the voices
on the other side of the door leave
a million things to say run through my head but no one will hear
them til the door opens
hot tears run down my cheeks and they continue to my pink shirt
with the little green bird
i want to pick up the phone to find someone who understands what's
happening, but i can't...no one can relate.
it seems like im stuck in this bubble and no one can reach me
the green color on my wall brings me back to reality and it's 10:36
soft blankets and fluffy pillows await me
goodnight
i wrote a poem about the after school part...i guess its a poem
its 10:22 and your voice makes me cringe like nails on a chalkboard.
running to my room and slamming the door is the only escape.
turn up the radio to drown out the yelling of "open the door"
i sit on the floor with my back against the bed and my feet
pressed to the door
singing "counting the days" at the top of my lungs till the voices
on the other side of the door leave
a million things to say run through my head but no one will hear
them til the door opens
hot tears run down my cheeks and they continue to my pink shirt
with the little green bird
i want to pick up the phone to find someone who understands what's
happening, but i can't...no one can relate.
it seems like im stuck in this bubble and no one can reach me
the green color on my wall brings me back to reality and it's 10:36
soft blankets and fluffy pillows await me
goodnight