Richelle Stutz

Rookie (January 1,1989)

Living For Today, Will I Have A Tomorrow? - Poem by Richelle Stutz

I am ready for bed
And all I want to do is crawl in my bed
And sleep

Instead
I have to let my mom know
So she can keep my air a flow

I argue for an hour
It makes my mom go sour
So I cry to let it out
But my mom knows I've installed into my eyes
a water spout

I put on the mask
And the air pressure is set
I can't talk so there is nothing to let
My anger out

I hit the wall
It makes my mom think If I could talk, it would be her
I need to call

It is supposed to be her I'm trying to hide
my anger from in the first place
But instead she thought I needed help
So I get into trouble

You should be lucky you can go to bed every night
Without having the fright
That you won't live to see tomorrow

You should be lucky that all you get to think about is normalities
And not about being a freak

This intoxication is the miracle to save my life
according to the stupid one who just happens to have a degree
I have to wear it for the rest of my life
Just to be able to breath at night

'Hey, Karlie let's go to sleepover at your house tonight'

'No, let's go to yours'

I just risked my life...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011


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