Writing

o beautiful vermont

speak to me

tell me the tales 

laid in your leaves 

tell me about the lovers who have hung from that tree 

all the sap drained from those trees

how to get to paradise?

it's dark. 

you wouldn’t know that if you looked at me, 

of course

you wouldn’t even know i’m there

transparent, lucid,

I find it absurd that the President is doing so much bad I no longer have the capacity to feel any more.

I have become 

numb

numb to the fact that this man has broken so many laws you can't even count them.

I don't know

what's going on.

I am stressed

not consciously

but nevertheless...

I had a dream

they were all fighting

some sort of twisted combination

my school life

orchestra life

When did I become

the kid who skips Halloween?

The kid who asks

to be picked up early from parties

agrees in the first place only because

she feels obligated?

When did I become 

Today,

I told my dad about something I made.

I told him it was the second best in my class.

And I was proud of it.

But he said to put in more effort.