Bench

It all started with a bench

At the beginning of the year

Who would’ve guessed it would turn to this

It’s now blanketed with my tears

Everything was just so simple

That’s how it usually is

Living your life to the fullest

Until eventually you start clenching your fist

You don’t want it to get to you

You want the typical movie ending

You never realize that they lied

The directors always leave off before the bend

The screen goes dark

There’s thunderous applause

But behind closed doors

The girls nitch is the blood she draws

Caught up in it all

Wanting to be seventy at seventeen

You want the knowledge

But it’s not possible when you’re a teen

I can imagine you now

Your face contorted at my supposed insult

But it’s time you hear it

Even if it’s rubbing your wounds with salt

You expect from me

I expect from you

You never listen

And I’m always feeling blue

I wander off

I recoil within

You snap at my insensitivity

You carry on with your rants

We’re supposed to be having a meaningful conversation

You interrupt every time I talk

You want me to think like you

It’s a wonder I don’t take a walk

You thought you knew me

But I guess you never did

Expecting me to miss this place

When it’s really just a useless candid

A picture perfect moment

A rarity in this scorching hell

The ripples of reverberating screams

Echoing in this ever depthless well

Going through the motions

Walking down this hall

Playing the angst driven teen

But it couldn’t be contained between these blank walls

It all ended with a bench

Through one long monstrous year

You’re off with the replacement of me

And I’m still drowning in my tears