The Unofficial Roommate
People say that smart isn’t cool
I don’t care, but, well, I’m not cool
I’m the girl that sits in the front
Drains all the knowledge I have on the page
Feeds, like a succubus, on the information of those around me
I weigh the thoughts of ancients and generals
Like precious coins of gold and silver
Clasped in the velvet teachings of wisdom
But I’ve been mugged of the wonder
That which held this wealth safe
And forced into silence
Lest I be forgotten
Or, rather worse,
In full attention of my peers
My judges
My jury
I lost that glimmer of hope
That ideal spark that glistened
In the darkness that was myself
When I hear their lies as truth
But in the depths of bleak moonless nights
A star began to shine
In this quivering web, I was caught
A limb was extended
To save me
I’ve been given silence
From the burning of my mind
Which screams and pounds until I’m blind
Gives new vision to these sightless eyes
Which were filled with nothing but mistakes of the past
Bandaged the wounds
That so many had left to seep
As I string my wrists with steel bracelets
Embellished with crimson beads
Allowed me to begin making my mark on this world
Instead of myself
I now have a house
A home
Full of others like me
Giving strength where each had none
Engineering with their shattered memories
A mosaic of beauty to give life adoration
In major moments, to have bonded so close
In minor seconds, to learn to care
When no one would draw nearer
And no apathy could have resounded more
Than that which I drew in with every breath
Till holding in stale atmosphere seemed better
Than knowing the hatred for each pump of lungs
Each beat of a heart
When the key to my shackles is dangled iin front of me
Held by the strings of morals I keeps
And dare not sever for lacking their ties to my past
So there I sat last night with lack of fear
No cares were sought in those surroundings
And intelligence was celebrated
Were disease isn’t glorified
And unofficial roommates are welcomed.