The musicality
of such old hobbies
still follows me.
The hallways of such a vast university
always feel like they're full of empty things.
People come and stare at me
with glares- No fun, I'm sorry.
I don't know the person you're mad at,
would you just drop it,
'cause I'm different?
I'm a little girl today,
writing thoughts all down
in a diary.
Mathematics is something strange
that my friend keeps up with
every day.
I don't know if he's just too young
or if her credits
have been spaced out,
but I wanna take a trip.
It's too bad my health just
took a shit.
I'm all alone in my own room-
Her parents in her mind
still telling her
what to do.
She doesn't know
how free she is.
YOU ARE READING
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)
