Liza Gonzales

A Day - Poem by Liza Gonzales

Sitting in a classroom too bright for a person so gray with emotions. I glance at the clock but it's broken and I'm stuck. My mask is fading and i have no desire to make a new one. My bones are almost broken from drunken rage. Alcohol never affected me, it's the thought of death and guns and anger, all flushed through my veins it's intoxicating. A smile barely finds its way as you ask if I'm okay. Silence. Lies are my life and I write with a permanent marker. Notebooks filled with soulless words, drowned in a world I barely live in. A young girl, who wishes to be grown, dresses herself with lies, hides the cuts and pretends everything is fine. Standing behind a curtain waiting for the day you finally pull it back and see. How I am not a puppet doll, someone you can control. I cut the strings, quit the games and sit there waiting for your cry. A day that never comes, the room still bright, the clocks still broken, and I am still just barely alive.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 7, 2012

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