I'm the one who
I’m the one who wakes up at 7:00am due to an alarm, once annoying, now just an omnipresent reminder of the never ending cycle.I’m the one who watches youtube videos in the morning, bored out of my mind.I’m the one who walks to school alone.The sounds of quiet footsteps and echoing music following the silence.I’m the one who comes to school excited, then realizing why I hate school.I’m the one who eats breakfast at school, not because I love it but not saying I hate it but because even though I can eat at home, I eat at school because there is better food there than at my house.
I’m the one who sits in computer class, messing around with friends while simultaneously learning how to code and other things.Typing, coding and computer functions is what this class has to offer.I’m the one who hates p.e but does it anyway because I don’t want to get low grades.I’m the one in mandarin who was forced into the class by my mom but kind of enjoys learning the language.Math, a subject which I don’t mind, sometimes it’s to easy, other times it’s infuriating beyond human sanity.Science, science, science, the chemistry between me and this class is off the table.Ok, I’ll stop making horrible science jokes but seriously science is not bad or good really.I’m the one who sits underneath a staircase, eating and chatting with friends about random things.I’m the one who occasionally watches people walk by constantly wondering “why do people acts like jerks, whatever their funeral.Their reality is going to come crashing down anyway...After all we’re all human, so being mean and rude is pointless, whatever I can’t stop you so go ahead, see what happens.”I’m the one who occasionally walks around during lunch, listening and always moving.I’m the one who ends up typing this in english class because the teacher wants us to knows each other better.I’m the one who doesn’t mind history because there is nothing to hate or love.I’m the one who goes to the Ymca afterschool to finish any unfinished homework and hang out with friends.
I’m the one who walks home alone, the sound of echoing footsteps and quiet music following the dead silence.When I enter my house, I am greeted by the cold, dead, silent, emptiness of my house.After everyday and every haunt has moved along, I wish for a sibling, doesn’t matter what gender but age does.I would like them to be maybe 1 year younger or older, same age works too but of course it’s just a hopeless dream and in reality, as much as I want a sibling.I don’t think I’ll ever get one, also my feeling towards the gamble of getting a nice or rude one is enough to deter me from the pointless gamble.I’m the one who eats rice, salmon and sometimes steak for dinner, it’s all delicious but sometimes gets boring but I don’t mind.I’m the one who watches youtube videos and plays mobile games.I’m the one who goes to sleep at 10:00pm, drifting off into the ruins that is the field of shattered hopes and dreams and for ONCE I feel happy?Only to awaken the next day, realizing that it was just another stupid dream like the hundreds before it, stupid and hopeless like humanity.I think to myself every morning “Another day, another happy time, nah who am I fooling, it’s the the same day over and over.That’s funny, the sun and all the planets in our solar system spin, all the planets revolve around the sun, kind of like school, the world really does revolve, both literally and figuratively.At least everything will be happy and a joyful time right, liar.
Your Reality
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be