Requiem
Society has boxed you into the role of student. As student, you are lazy, uninspired, never driven to prove your worth to others. School has both nourished and destroyed you. Your flesh is seared forever by the burning iron brand that grades and ratings deliver. Everything else you could stand only because of the pretend-morphine you created with your closest friends - and music.
You want nothing but to free yourself of these quarters. You want nothing but to flee this vile world. You suspect that likewise, this world has fantasized often about spitting you out.
You do not want to write. You need to write. You have to write even if you don’t want to write. You suffer to write, but who doesn’t? You die each time you write, but you revel in the thought of death, anyway.
Today is a different day. Maybe today you are David Bowie. Maybe today you are Major Tom. Smirk because some Loser owes you ground control.
Good riddance, Ada the student. Goodbye, Ada the truant. May you malinger in a realm where you can truly belong. Being useless will never be as painful as it always was when you were alive. Rest in peace. You will be sorely missed by me.
You want nothing but to free yourself of these quarters. You want nothing but to flee this vile world. You suspect that likewise, this world has fantasized often about spitting you out.
You do not want to write. You need to write. You have to write even if you don’t want to write. You suffer to write, but who doesn’t? You die each time you write, but you revel in the thought of death, anyway.
Today is a different day. Maybe today you are David Bowie. Maybe today you are Major Tom. Smirk because some Loser owes you ground control.
Good riddance, Ada the student. Goodbye, Ada the truant. May you malinger in a realm where you can truly belong. Being useless will never be as painful as it always was when you were alive. Rest in peace. You will be sorely missed by me.