The air is empty,
The trees are black.
The lights are glaring,
And the sky’s too blue for night.
I’m riding in a car
But I don’t notice the pavement below.
Too many things-
Too much like a movie.
Sounds are clear,
Too clear, and sharp.
But my words hang in the air,
And their presence is eerie.
The fog isn’t gray or white or blue,
It just hangs like an invisible mist
Over a ghost town.
The people I see,
Are far too busy with themselves.
Not a one sees me.
No eye contact between me and a soul.
It’s far too much like driving
Through a movie.
I see my friends,
But they don’t seem real,
Don’t seem alive
As they carry on with their hollow actions,
I wonder,
Could they hear me if I screamed?
I have no choice but to be
Just another actress,
In this deathly movie
They call life.
Age 15
The trees are black.
The lights are glaring,
And the sky’s too blue for night.
I’m riding in a car
But I don’t notice the pavement below.
Too many things-
Too much like a movie.
Sounds are clear,
Too clear, and sharp.
But my words hang in the air,
And their presence is eerie.
The fog isn’t gray or white or blue,
It just hangs like an invisible mist
Over a ghost town.
The people I see,
Are far too busy with themselves.
Not a one sees me.
No eye contact between me and a soul.
It’s far too much like driving
Through a movie.
I see my friends,
But they don’t seem real,
Don’t seem alive
As they carry on with their hollow actions,
I wonder,
Could they hear me if I screamed?
I have no choice but to be
Just another actress,
In this deathly movie
They call life.
Age 15