National Nausea

I am nauseous, constantly.

There is a Fear deep rooted in me.

My hands no longer shake in tests

the Fear is bigger than tests now

 

I want to go to college, let me go

 

My Hatred for myself is overshadowed

by the outside Hatred for me.

For my friends.

Who might lose their family

to a country their family is from

but they aren't.

 

Will you let me go?

 

They might lose their lives,

I might lose mine.

 

Don't let me die before I grow up

 

The nausea sticks to the back of my throat

the shiver in my bones stays

and the way standing brings the waves

washing over me

 

That's not fair

 

I want to throw up,

to remove the Hatred, Fear, Anticipation

but it can't. 

Relief seems a myth.

 

I want to grow up

 

We'll see if this is deleted November Fifth. 

Posted in response to the challenge Nov. 5 Election.

twoblueviolets

OH

15 years old

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