I am fifteen
and my thoughts have betrayed me
I don't arise with a smile
but it gets better
in time
I grow tired and sleep early
without finishing my homework
listening to music is my escape
it helps to focus on reality
and Dad listens
to the sad song of his daughter's cries.
My emotions are running out of control
and my thoughts cannot stop them
I am not close with my dad
and am constantly reminded
why do I bottle my emotions
it can't eat me alive
truth is
I need to be perfect
and set examples for my younger siblings
and Dad listens
to the sad song of his daughter's cries.
I travel between houses
every other day
my heart breaks
at the thought
of people upset with me
stress overwhelms me
but I'm so used to it
I am so afraid
of being wrong
what do others see in me
and Dad listens
to the sad song of his daughter's cries.
YOU ARE READING
Merry Go Round
PoetryA poem I had done as an assignment in class. It is a remake of the poem Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde. It does contain the same format and amount of lines, so in that sense, all credit goes to the original author.
