The Rant Poem by Sydne Morris

Closing the door
Shutting down the computer
Putting on some headphones
Turning on my Ipod

I don’t want to think
The music blasting through
My ear so loud
No one is in my world
But me

Feeling like a failure
Memories twisting inside
Can’t feel shame or guilt
For the bad or good
So complex
They’re unbelievable

Marked as an outcast
But I encouraged the
Negative attention
Had no other kind of praise
All of this states how worthless
My life really is
I try not to sulk
But the pit gets deeper
And I get more apathetic
Towards coming out

Closing the door
Shutting down the computer
Putting on some headphones
Turning on my ipod

Avoiding society
Because of its hypocritical insights
I graduated high school
What now?
Indecision echoes my life
Full of optimistic ideas
That are being stomped on
And place into a box
For later
New responsibility
Too much pressure
Overwhelming expectations
Sulking in darkness
The music
My only refuge
No one understands
Everyone is too far away
Waiting for that one girl
To save me
Tell me I am special
And love me for me
I don’t want love form a computer screen
Or one night of what ifs
And can you believe that happens
I want reality
As I shut the door
Shut my computer
Put on some headphones
And turn on my ipod