Hatred, Not Another Wannabe Poem by Joshua Mccoy

This is sick
This is nasty
Why am I here?
This is icky
This is sticky
I am sitting with my class
This is disgusting
This is grotesque
I am here for the one I love
This hatred fuels my ambitions
This place is worse because of them
I want to stay at her side but not in a rattle snake pit
This all gets annoying
This all needs to go away
I make her happy every B day
This I know is where I truly don’t belong
This is why I need to leave
I fake a smile every time she looks my way
This makes hell feel like heaven
This truly hurts to be here
She doesn’t realize I can never be
Happy with Bad company
My paradise is a romantic island
Of just us alone.
Where the birds brightly chirped
And sunlight warmly shone.
These greedy pipe dreams of mine taunt me like mirage pools of water that reflect in the lens of my glasses while stumbling needlessly in the Sahara Dessert.
My body falls apart on the ground as I close my eyes for the final time.

To rehydrate myself back to life,
I would drink a cup of my own warm tears
But my longing heart has no more to cry.