Things that stress me
Bullies. They dished unkind words, served at the worst moment,
with a garnish of complaints, like I need to be reminded
that the universe doesn’t care.
I care. My friends care. That’s all I care about.
There are many people who would complain or maybe
whine. They are everywhere, in your house unless
you’re lucky enough. I hope to solve these problems of mine someday.
Too many challenges and the personal interests:
My dystopian future novel for teenagers,
and things that are just for fun.
Interruption So many things to say,
so few who will listen
to a sentence that might last longer than my last breath.
Feeling left out,
excluded, like I don’t belong anywhere.
Exclusion that wraps around me,
like a warm blanket, that makes me dream of independence.
Do others feel the same?
Can I have a friend like me, and still be independent?
Sharing a poem is sharing a feeling.