Sadness.

• Nikki Hunter, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Apparently, I’ll get over it
The pain, can I stop it?
I live with this feeling every day
My melancholy remains
Like an uninvited guest

I cry until there is nothing left
I feel like my mind is cleft
Like my thoughts are trapped
By the barricade of my mind

I feel like I have no control over myself
Why am I not the girl I used to be?