M. Hank

M. Hank

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Different

    You were supposed to be different.

    The one that I didn’t have to give up on.

    Someone that I could rely on.

    But I turned my back and you chose her.

    She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.

  • Malady of Mistrust

    Cursed.

    Am I cursed?

    Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.

    Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.

    I’ve called it paranoia.

  • Green

    When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

  • I made tea

    I made tea this morning.

    I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.

    I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.

  • Bittersweet

    I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school

    But I’m not so sure now.

    Sure, it wasn’t always easy,

    But I gained so much good:

    The best teacher I’ve ever had.

    The confidence I always needed.

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