Tuesday, March 23, 2010
What do I do?
There I am. Scissors in hand, the thread that ties us in between the blades. Slowly, I begin to snap it in two, but a thought rushes through my mind. The scissors clang to the ground and I run far away from them, afraid to hear the snip. What am I suppose to do? Should I leave you behind or should I stay, but know in the back of my mind that they disapprove? You want to know that thought that rushed into my mind as I prepared to cut you away. I thought of her. How she had cut me away like I was nothing, like I was trash! She had no reason. She just felt like I wasn't good enough for her anymore. The thought makes me fume with anger and makes the wounds fresh. I don't want to be like her, but the question is; Am I? I need the answers to decide whether to run or to put pressure down on the gleaming blades and send you into the wind, with the rest of those who have been cut away.
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I say cut it!
ReplyDeleteLeah: Yeah I'm thinking of cutting it too, but you know me never able to make up my mind
ReplyDeleteSydney,
ReplyDeleteThis should not come as a big shock to you but I LOVE your voice... Even though I would like to read a few more positive notes in your writing, your poetry represents the type of angst and frustration that every teenager goes through. What I enjoy so much about your words is that I feel like I can simply unzip your brain and climb right in. Wow! That's a little weird... Anywho, I thank you for sharing these gems with me and for putting words to ideas and thoughts that very few can. You're an amazing talent!!
Mr. L.