Wasted

• Kira Thomas, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

They dont notice, The awkards silence.
The loud voice, covering this scared body.
So full of life, of choice, of potiental.
WASTED.

Dollface; I envy your trust in faith
I seem to have misplaced my faith...
Perhaps in you?

This poetic mood is wasted on me
Nothing worthy to say to the gods
I am the conformist.
To scared
To stressed
To pitifull

This brain plys the moving music
To loud.
To Fast.
To long.
I just want worthy silence.
A change to catch my breath.
A chance to change?

Worthy, unworthy, each having different points.
Which I feel I dont know
Which I need is still unclear

Words wasted on this empty page
Words thrown in the bin after a hard day of lost potiental.

Not even the words of the god will save me.
Myself; the enemy.
That I dont understand.
Just that.