The window

the chair

the scary man

screaming in your ear

the eyes

of the siblings

who watch you

mock you

judge you

the past

that shapes

the now

the curse words

the self hate

that lead to

self distruction

the meds

that you take

to focus

to get some work done

The walgreens

that never has

those meds

so in your head

you tell yourself

foucus

goddamn

you are a fail

to society

The quiet

of the office

where you ditch your classes

the chromebook

that you write your mind

the teachers who treat you

like a child

the bean bag

that you spend

your life in

the tv

that's reruns

family guy

as you play

the geometry game

and convince yourself its math.

the texts you send

to the guy you love

and convince yourself

one day

you wont be in this home

you wont be in this place

that holds too much memories

the bed that you sleep in

just to wake up

and start completely over again