I want nothing more than to be home
And when I am home I want nothing more but to leave.
What is home?
Is it my coffin, or the walls or the feeling I get when I’m inside my walls,
I want it to be none of these things
I wish it to be the pace of breathe I take when I am as close to satisfaction as anyone ever gets
And I do not enjoy it when it goes on for too long
When I leave home,
I wish the pace of my breaths to change
I wish for everything to go according to plan
But my plan is flawed and predictable
like the way the sun never forgets to set.
I do not want to exist sometimes,
And I wish not to do and only to die
Why must i even try?
But how will any pace of breath matter to anyone?
And why must it ?
Because someone said it does?
And someone said we need to leave a mark on the world so
I drew a twelve inch line with chalk on the pavement of my neighbors house,
Revolutionary!
I am those you are to read about in voluminous 3000 page novels,
And you the same.
I do not know why all the world’s a stage and I do not know why we are all to play a different part,
I want to play all the parts and I want to play none
I want to be the curtains that drag and unveil
I want to be the stage that supports all the footsteps
What is truth?
Is it always good ?
And sweet like soft ice-cream
I hate to scramble such a pretty ideology
But most truths I have heard
Are like glass on a metal board.
I wished the world to tell me it’s secrets at this slumber party
How unfortunate she did not appear,
“She had to go to the dentist, dear”
If she had come this day, she would share her truths,
How unfortunate she could not appear.
I do not know anything,
except I will go home tomorrow although I do not know what it even is.
Stony Point High School
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