Your world is a place of melodrama.
Teacups can’t contain the tempests that turn around you.
Moles man earth movers making mountains.
Stop.
Breathe.
There are so many bigger things in the world,
like poverty, war, disease.
In the scheme of things, that she looked at you funny,
or he didn’t return your tweet,
is worth less than a shrug.
Truly, if you live in a land at peace,
your life is sweet.
You cannot make me do this work!
This class is dumb and you’re a jerk.
I will not hand in a single paper
You cannot make me do it later.
Hey, our report cards have arrived
HE FAILED ME? (insert dramatic sighs)
I hate this school! Look at this report, see-
how all the teachers clearly hate me!
Don’t tell me that they can’t give credit
unless there’s work for them to edit.
Don’t tell me if I don’t show what I can do
then they have nothing to give them a clue.
None of this is my fault, you shrew!
I’m quitting school, so screw each and every one of you!
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(This has terrible scansion. I apologize)
Her words
weren’t heard
His dreams
were empty screams
Her wishes
were lost in riches
His sight
was bathed in light
Her trials
left her reviled
His loneliness
was his holiness
Their relationship
let sensations slip
They tightly gripped
their well-worn scripts.
Shawn L. Bird 