Post by kara chandler glassesh on Feb 4, 2009 18:32:08 GMT -5
She sat in a corner. The cherry red laptop on the ground in front of her. Her fingers smoothly slid from one key to another. Kara's red-ish orange hair tied in a high bun on top her her head and was in sweats and a hoodie. She was writing a poem. A poem about her feelings at the new school
"Asleep. Falling a million miles out of the sky. Screaming, can no one hear me? I finally awake. Awake from the nightmare I wish was a dream but no, a reality of everything different. I walk in circles, confused on where I am. Mama and Papa soon disappear into the amiss leaving me behind."
Kara grinned her teeth, hissing under her breath in frustration. She thought she didn't deserve this. That everything her parents said that was out of hand, was perfectly under control. She didn't need to party, she just wanted to. Her homework wasn't done because she wouldn't do it. Her family just hated her. "i hate them all." Kara murmured silently and went back to writing.
"I am blind. I do not see anything good coming of this. Mama was wrong. I am not out of control. I was perfectly fine. I'm going crazy in my head, talking to myself. What is this feeling I get. I'm so alone. I don't need to be punished. I need to be set free." Kara read the poem aloud in a velvet toned voice.
"Asleep. Falling a million miles out of the sky. Screaming, can no one hear me? I finally awake. Awake from the nightmare I wish was a dream but no, a reality of everything different. I walk in circles, confused on where I am. Mama and Papa soon disappear into the amiss leaving me behind."
Kara grinned her teeth, hissing under her breath in frustration. She thought she didn't deserve this. That everything her parents said that was out of hand, was perfectly under control. She didn't need to party, she just wanted to. Her homework wasn't done because she wouldn't do it. Her family just hated her. "i hate them all." Kara murmured silently and went back to writing.
"I am blind. I do not see anything good coming of this. Mama was wrong. I am not out of control. I was perfectly fine. I'm going crazy in my head, talking to myself. What is this feeling I get. I'm so alone. I don't need to be punished. I need to be set free." Kara read the poem aloud in a velvet toned voice.
