Writing

I am

burning

this is not unusual

for me, the radiator

but this isn't

I'm freezing it's cold outside

friends grab me for warmth because

I'm a human sun

sunny smiles 

sunny skin 

Today I lost a friend,

And I don’t know how it happened.

Last week she gave me a bracelet-

saying we’d always be friends.

Now she’s talking about me behind my back.

Introduction: I’m writing a story that hopefully never comes true. I recently read Orwell’s 1984, and I saw some disturbing similarities to today’s United States under the Trump administration.

I ask this question to anyone and everyone.

Most people look at me like a have 453,786 heads,

Because who says, How’s life going?

Sometimes,

If friends are real

they can apologize.

If friends are there

they can talk it out.

If friends care

they can 

forgive.
 

It makes no 

sense

No movement.

Roaring in my ears,

but 

no sound.

Oppressing,

but 

nothing to blame.

Suffocating,

but 

nothing is there to 

take away.