Unreal

• Felicia Pell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

You slam the door,
you just can't win.
Lying on your bed,
with your ears ringing.
Tears are streaming down your face,
and the heavy-metal music keeps you awake.
Disappointment gives you permission to leave,
but outside there's a whirlwind you see,
and different moments in your life pass by.
Even yesterday replays in your mind.
The voice in your head
cuts you again
and anything you ever knew
suddenly becomes untrue
Unreal, you're unreal, you're unrealistic.