Five dozen shouting.
All mouths open vocalizing hatred for hate –
some to be cool, others to get it out –
shouting loud,
looking left and right for the movement.
Where’s it going?
Never looking from where it came;

Sad
Hiding
Anger
Heart beating faster
Sweating
Embarrassed
Foul Friends
Ganging up on me
Frightening
Victim
Bullied
Wanted popularity
Gossip
Crying
Anxious to leave
Run away
Needed to vent

Every time that you
promise It puts me in this
constant positive mood then
you let me down

why don’t you just stop it?

Getting my hopes up so high
why would you even bother?
This relationship slightly
reminding me of my father

I hate
being short
the feeling of being left out
how I have to say stuff in front of everyone
answering questions in front of people even though I know it
how I don’t know stuff
I hate
how sometimes,
I’m mean,
to some people and pets

Barricading our creativity and emotion
they stand
As tall as our dreams
And as vague as our goals

Amplifying the feeble ground
they stand
Constructing our world
Limiting our thought
Cubing our flexibility
Opposing our expansion