As I sit, bored, on the Saturday of state, unable to go with my band because of ineligibility, I shall finally write up the poems I have chicken scratched into my history notebook, which ahs now become a fairly filled portfolio of angry poems centered towards my director. I also just finished a bag of gummy bears.
These two are kind of short, so I'm putting them double.
Failing:
I'm out of words
My heart is breaking
My head is reeling
My muscles aching
I do not have
A single reason
To live or die
Survive the season
Its now all gone
I'm left alone
I've died inside
And lost my love
This is the end
I see it coming
Goodbye my band
My grades are failing.
What have you done?:
What have you done?
You ruined it.
It was fine before
You changed and messed with it.
Looking back
So much has changed
Too much for
This band to take.
You made it worse
You made it different
It was better before
The old way was working
You messed things up
You made us hated
All because
We tried and waited
You messed things up
Played with the system
And now you refuse
To face the consequences
Now you think
That you have won
But take a look
What have you done?