Writing

When I think about tomorrow, 

I see the calculus test I have not studied for 

and the five overdue assignments with long-received 

"After time passes it'll hurt less" 
But it never did 

"Just forget it, it was so long ago"
But you told me always to remember 

And each and every day 
A little reminder in my eyes 

I miss the days 

When we would run through the fields 

And swim in the pond all day 

Smiling and using kayaks 

I miss the nights 

The school board tells us lies

Promising that they understand

Yet they don’t know 

What it’s like

To live in a world 

Where you are seen yet never understood

ten tears that escape from the narrow corners of my eyes

flowing down my cheeks and onto my lap where they melt and disappear

even my tears have lost.

nine questions scribbled into a diary late at night

“Your grades don’t matter,” they say. But when you get a B, they yell at you. 

“You’re so healthy,” they say. But when you touch one potato chip, you need to stop eating so much.