Walking through a field of dandelions
Clinging to my wish,
Clutched in one hand,
Wondering what on earth
I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.
Should I ask
For my audition to go well?
Or something personal like
I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?
Or should I ask
For good grades
Or maybe
For next year to
Not suck?
All the questions
Echo around my brain
As I stand among the flowers
In this field of dandelions,
Clinging to my wish.
You created memories
And then got to move on
Leaving them untouched and perfect
Mine are being trampled.
Walked all over by my friends
My peers
I can't DO this
This constant emotional bombardment
And I'm here again and I love it
Away from my friends
Away from my peers
My teachers
Here with doable expectations
The stage lights glinting off my glasses like melted candlelight
And it feels the same
But in the worst way possible
And I hate this
More than I hated last year
At least last year
I cared
What I wouldn't give to care now
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