Liz Wiseman

Rookie - 24 Points (11/27/89 / Minnesota)

Breakdown At Perkins - Poem by Liz Wiseman

I'm having a breakdown
My palms press to my eyes
I'm trying to calm down
I wish there was someone on my side

The tears don't come out
I'm far too angry
A pain bounces against my scalp
And my vision gets blurry

There's a guy in seat twenty
Who thinks I gave him herpes
There's a guy working across the street
Who insults me everytime I worry

I cry all the time
He couldn't care less
He insults my mind
And damages all the rest

He's ripping me apart
Voicing my every flaw
He's still finger painting with my heart
Carelessly, with every draw

If I have it it's his fault
He gives me no sympathy
I bleed with every insult
I'm punished for starting history

I go off to my cold house
Where I'm beaten down by my mother
My crying never stops her shouts
It just fires up another

So I thrash through the streets
Working my anger into the wheel
I don't even know my speed
I'm just a loser who also steals

I consider running off the road
I execute it in my mind
The tears finally start to flow
Then get washed away by the coming tide

I trudge into my house
On my couch I resume my cries
This is the headquarter of my fallouts
This is where I often lie

My mom's asleep
The house is familiarly empty
No one hears the echos of my weeps
No one's ever there to sit kindly beside me

I take out Erin's poem
On it falls more tears
I want to leave my home
I want to run to her

I realize she's the only one
That might actually care
With her I could have won
And not fallen prey to my nightmare

The next day I find out where she was
The nightmare never stops
You'd think I'd eventually wake up
But I'm unconcious while my life flops

She was out with the one
Who works across the street
She was out having fun
With whom she used to think wasn't good enough for me

There's my support system
At home by herself
She feels like the only victim
Who has no body else

So she awaits her court date
Trying to hide her shame
She has finally reached the state
She used to look down on as lame

She's become the opposite
Of what she ever wanted to be
Not only is she a slut
But she's also committed a felony

The only ones who ever loved her
Are her grandparents and her dad
They're going to wonder why they bothered
When they find out the last few months she's had

How quick she ran her life into the ground
Resentment fills there teary eyes
She dies with every slight frown
That marks the end of her old life.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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