The Guinea Pig Poem by alisha gonzales

The guinea pig doesn’t run as fast as it used to, in fact I'm not sure if it’s even there at all anymore. Maybe it wasn’t ever there, who knows, who cares.
Anyways there’s bigger things at hand than just the guinea pig.


Like maybe the fact that if I don’t stop cutting they’re going to put me away for good. I’ve seen the place they want to send me to. All I can say is I'm scared. Ive been good for Se7en months, I haven’t run away, I haven’t cut, I’ve just been good.I take my pills I do my chores.