When I sit in class,
And hear the teacher drone...

“I’m going away,” I say,
As I feel the outline of your face...

The crimson stains the floor,
Seeping from my wrists...

When I’m with the guys,
And you stand all alone...

The newborn babe opens its eyes,
The toddler mostly screams and cries...

Do you know what I do when I’m sad?
When the tears run down my face...

Do you remember when your mom died?
Do you remember how I was by your side...

My friend, Elise, just asked me
To write a poem about her...

I’ve written many a poem
About one thing or another...

What are you doing?
Don’t justify your dreams...

Oh, I hate this PMS,
It hurts my back, it hurts my chest...

I
Am...