Description: I wrote this poem on the 4th day of my new school this year. I hated being invisible and how my life had changed so dramatically. I felt like I couldn't bear it and it had only been 4 DAYS! but then I realised that there was absolutely no way out. So at the end of the poem I just decided that there was no point in killing myself or anything, but just to keep going.
NOTE: the line with the * signifies that if a picture goes unpainted the ideas are soon forgotten.
This road -------------------------------------------
Mabye I should give up this pointless fight
After all I'm just going in circles
Going 'round and 'round there is no point
I just keep ending up right where I started
There's no end, it's confusing and
And oh, so, so, painful
Why nust I live life as a rollercoaster
Instead of a calm and rolling river
Why must I be tormented every waking day
Every hour that I slumber
Noone even cares anymore
*I feel like an unpainted picture
None even knows me anymore
Before I was loved by all,
But now I am loved by none
There is a road that's been bestowed
By the great ONE from above
NO matter how pointless this trip may seem
I have no choice but to take it
There's always a choice. Indeed life is nothing more than a succession of choices, one after the other (i didn't realize this until i was 30). The whole poem hinges on the last two lines. You just might be able to strengthen the expression with a revision. I don't know, its up to you. I'm not trying to argue here. "I feel like an unpainted picture" is simply wonderful. Full of depth and meaning. thanks for that. Talk at ya' later, kc
They do say that in wartime depression disappears because people have real things to worry about. You're 14 which means that you have about 70 years of that fascinating experience called life in front of you. Give up depression, it's a bad habit and doesn't even generate good poetry.