Dear Future Self,Dear Future Self, in Teen More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write itů will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
Why Do I Cry?Why do I cry?Why Do I Cry? in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I weep?
Why do I sigh?
Even in my sleep?
Maybe because I'm alone,
Maybe because I feel cast out.
Maybe because of trouble at home,
Maybe because other people shout.
Why do I sit in solitude?
Why do I dread company?
Why do I have an anti-social attitude?
Why do I accept self-enmity?
Maybe because my friendships always sink.
Maybe because I'm afraid.
Maybe because I don't think
That anyone will come to my aid.
Why do people hate me?
Why don't they care?
Why don't they see?
Why aren't they aware?
Maybe because I'm not important,
Maybe they think it's a crime.
Maybe they see me as a mutant,
Maybe I'm not worth their time.
Why do I sob?
Why do I stay apart?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I have a broken heart?
I think I know why I cry,
Maybe because life is bad.
But I think the main reason why,
Maybe because I'm really sad.
Inner DemonsThey always gossip.Inner Demons in Emotional More Like This
They chatter as if I can't hear them.
'What a waste of space.'
'She got scolded again today.' One giggled.
'Pathetic, isn't it?' The other agreed.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my problems. Not to my friends, or my family. I always get those judgmental looks.
All I have is myself.
But that's even worse.
I sob quietly in the corner next to the balcony. I pick up a pen and pad. Shakily opening it up, I do what I usually do.
Express myself in the only way I know how.
Tears stain the pad and the fresh ink gets smeared. Fighting the tears back with everything I have, only to end up in vain. Tears flow even harder, and their voices get louder.
'Look at you. How disgusting.' They giggle sadistically.
I look to the balcony, my thoughts getting darker.
'What are you waiting for? Go on, foolish girl.' They taunt, mock dripping from their voices.
Warily getting up, I slide the door open an
The Act Of Letting GoYou had told yourself you would never fall for him. You couldn't even picture yourself with him! It was too weird.The Act Of Letting Go in Emotional More Like This
And before you knew it, you were in love.
You don't know what attracted you to him in the first place. He was really short at the time, and he wasn't that smart either.
But he was dreamy to you. You're friends laughed at his appearance, but his smile played tunes with the strings of your heart.
He wore glasses, and often spiked his hair. You both had first seen each other on the sets of a school play. You fell for him there.
You would stare at him and catch him staring at you. He would laugh at your angry expressions when your other co-actors would pull a prank at you, and he stood up for you when you were being badgered with questions by the vice-principal. You knew these things meant nothing to him. Yet these were the small moments that would brighten your entire day.
Your heart would beat frantically, your cheeks would turn an undeniable red, you found it so hard
Solicited SolitudeYou silently watched the classroom. The boys were up to their usual mischief and the girls were gathered in groups, talking. Slowly they glanced over at you and started whispering. You hadn't lowered your gaze, you just continued to observe.Solicited Solitude in Emotional More Like This
Then you could see their facial expressions change as they stole glances of you. They were talking in barely audible whispers, but talking nonetheless. You knew they were talking about you. It wasn't a presumption, you just knew. You could feel it in your gut. Yet, you continued to keep watch.
And just on queue, there came those judgmental looks- just as you had anticipated. They looked at you with bitter eyes, their faces twisting. You then wore a satisfied smile on your face, and finally lifted your unwanted gaze.
You sat alone at the back of the class, and took out a notepad. You continued to scribble away. Writing had always helped you relax, and you figured you might as well get some work done.
And before you knew it, you had started ra
There Was Nothing They Could DoI only remember it as a faded memory;There Was Nothing They Could Do in Horror More Like This
The body of Mommy lying before me,
Sprawled out on the floor, lifeless...
And there was nothing I could do to fight this.
Her murderers laughed and cackled,
As they removed her rusty shackles.
They snorted and said, "How poor...
Well, at least she can't fight back anymore."
I hid scared in the darkness,
Overwhelmed with grief and sadness...
Mommy wouldn't come back,
And nothing I did could change that.
I slowly walked over to her body,
Her cadaver mangled and shoddy
And I cried: "Weep, Weep,
Mommy will forever stay asleep."
So I decided in her honor;
I'd strive for power and get stronger,
And hunt her pursuers,
Those filthy, merciless killers.
I trained, I fought;
And as the stronger I got,
My blood boiled in rage;
As the hatred grew and aged.
But never did I know
When I set foot to go,
That revenge would taste so sweet,
When I watched their fall, their defeat.
And finally exterminate.
I smiled as their blood spilled,
I saw thei
Our Silly GirlThere once lived a very silly girl. What a silly girl she was. She held out her hand, and someone took a hold of it. The only problem was, they let go when she was dangling over a cliff. Then being the silly she was, she held out her hand again. And yet again, her hand was let go.Our Silly Girl in Emotional More Like This
Now the silly girl thought she had learnt her lesson. She didn’t hold her hand out again. Instead she thought that she would wait until someone reached a hand out for her. But much to her dismay, no one ever offered. Now the silly girl became very sad. She decided that she would be better off alone. She vowed that she wouldn’t associate herself with society anymore.
But the silly girl was being silly again. She didn’t know that shutting yourself out from the world was a really, really hard job. It was more difficult than she thought. Everyone began to spite the silly girl. No one gave her anything; no one even spared her a look. They talked trash about her, not caring if she stood beside the
Love Was All I Ever NeededI reached my hand out as far as I could. I reached it out, hoping someone would grab it and say: "Hold on! I'm pulling you up!"Love Was All I Ever Needed in Emotional More Like This
But when I did reach, I felt air pass through my fingers. No one was there.
And with a smile, I fell down. I was happy, happy that I was right.
That truly in the end, when you fall, there isn't anyone who will pull you up or catch at the bottom. You were alone.
I never got any love.
And just like that, I closed my eyes.
And as I fell, my entire life flashed before me.
"You're such a nerd."
"I bet no one will even notice you were gone."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
"Does it hurt? Are you going to start crying?"
"What a waste of space."
"No one wants you here."
"No one cares about you!"
I could see the balcony slowly getting smaller and smaller. And on that balcony I could see all their faces. They smiled, they laughed, they rejoiced.
They knew I couldn't pretend I was okay