"The Problem Is..."

Another one about my past that I have revised and rewritten... Enjoy.

“What's your problem?”

*Forced Laughter*

Oh my dear “friend” I don't even know where to begin.

Perhaps the fact that I'm failing high school? No don't worry it's cool I have a beautiful girlfriend…. Whoops meant had… My bad.

Silly me needs some more painkillers for this heart ache yet I nearly overdosed today seems more than thirty is a bit iffy.

Yet I'm not crying but I am lying ,I'm branded on my arm by all of these knife scars.

The subliminal messages cuts run deep with a not so hidden meaning that goes a little like this “Help I Hate Me!”

Don't have a clue where it all went wrong but what I do know is that I could make this into a nice melancholy love song ,it would be a hit!

Maybe almost as big as my dad's fist once did to little me.

Don't quite recall what brought that conflict to light but I remember quite vividly the blue's I felt on my face.

However it became a little more black that dark night and it's hard to see with only one eye but I just couldn't open it whole anymore.

My left took a beating and is swollen all courtesy of my local bully.

Something within me snapped that very day I was consumed by rage!

I pushed his head into my sandcastle for being such a unneeded hassle.

I already had to endure home I was not about to lose to this wannabe nobody, yeah made sure the injuries were as bad as my feeling of pride being pushed off a cliff.

He kicked and screamed “Mercy!” but I just continued to dunk him back and forth till a teacher arrived and caught me red handed.

Get sent to the Principal's office to be granted the ever so “Honorable” title of “Problem Child”

Oh it still makes me smile thinking about little Andrew who thought himself superior to me till…. Well you now know the story.

Storytime is over for now but we barely scratched the tip of the iceberg.

Maybe I should whine and die a little more?

Nah I'm tired and rather bored I'll just continue later so for now I will leave the subject open…. Like my wounds.

Author's Note

So what did you think?

Reviews

[Mystery]

I love your writing. Everthing about your writing captures me and makes me really connect with you! Continue to write because you're awesome

[Sir_Anonymous]

Aww shucks you're making me blush hehehe, thanks for the read and the showering love for my poetry.

Oh and one more thing YOU'RE AWESOME!

Sincerely, Sir_Anonymous

[Sir_Anonymous]

One quick question... What was your favorite line(s) from the poem?

[Mystery]

“What's your problem?”

*Forced Laughter*

Oh my dear “friend” I don't even know where to begin.
That is by far my favorite lines! They really spoke to me and the response I want to give everyday

[Sir_Anonymous]

Yeah I liked that too but my personal favorite would have to be "Maybe I should whine and die a little more?"
A play on the two sayings "Would you like more cheese with whine?"
And "I'll wine and dine"

[Shasha]

It is magnificent. The best lines were "Silly me ---- bit iffy." And the last one "Nah------my wounds." May I ask you that was this one true or you got the idea.

Your friend
Shasha

[Sir_Anonymous]

The only thing not true was the "thirty" pills it was more like 12 but it doesn't rhyme so well with "iffy"

[Shasha]

Okay. So when are you posting your next writing?

[Sir_Anonymous]

Later today probably... Or maybe tomorrow why?

Sincerely, Your Friend Sir_Anonymous

[Shasha]

Just asking.

[Sir_Anonymous]

The wait is over and I felt further inspired so I wrote a new one instead.... Enjoy.