I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
My Hatred for myself is overshadowed
by the outside Hatred for me.
For my friends.
Who might lose their family
to a country their family is from
but they aren't.
Will you let me go?
They might lose their lives,
I might lose mine.
Don't let me die before I grow up
The nausea sticks to the back of my throat
the shiver in my bones stays
and the way standing brings the waves
washing over me
That's not fair
I want to throw up,
to remove the Hatred, Fear, Anticipation
but it can't.
Relief seems a myth.
I want to grow up
We'll see if this is deleted November Fifth.
Posted in response to the challenge Nov. 5 Election.
Comments
Love that last line
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