Calico Frost

We went to Montreal recently 

On a school trip for our band. 

We almost didn't have a performance to go watch 

Or a friendship concert with another school 

I'm sorry 

I'm sorry for what 

My country is doing 

For what we seem to think 

Is OK   

I'm sorry for how 

My president is acting 

Stuck in my head

The lyrics go round and round.

Unstoppable, insurmountable

A cacophony of sound.

They won’t go away

And with each repitition

I can feel my brain exploding

Like nuclear fission.

Some days

It’s hard to find

A reason

To get out of bed

The depression claws

At me

Begging me

To just stay there

Sink into the darkness

And disappear

But I don’t want to

Do that

Her name was Violet, 

but she always wore yellow. 

I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

Whispers travel in the halls at school

Weaving into people's brains

And people decide whether they like

What is going on

In a split second