Late

Late

Sometimes It’s harder for me to awake

Cuz I feel like I’m dying and all my bones ache

So I’m late to ceramics almost every day

My classmates stare at me and so does my clay

My teacher talks sternly and asks why I’m late

I tell him that I cannot keep myself straight

I’m sent to detention so I will behave

But still the sleepiness will not go away

I’m so problematic but don’t seem to care

So I sit in detention with my ass in the chair

I write stupid poems of why I’m no good

Why everything I do is misunderstood

It drains me and keeps me awake in my bed

Color after color, now I just see red

I lose sleep, I don’t sleep, cuz I am forlorn

I bother and bother, a side in your thorn

Where people are circles I’ve more than one face

I’ve got side after side after side and a base

Edges unfold on this spherical cast

The only thing to blame is my heavy past

The years of abuse and the mental impact

It must be the reason why I’m so abstract

Can’t control my feelings, can’t say how I feel

Everything around me feels so surreal

I’ve frightened my friends, they don’t love me no more

Or that’s what my terrible mind has in store

So sometimes I wake up a few minutes past

It isn’t the first time, it won’t be the last.