Speaker Cone Confections

Wed, 02/20/2019 - 00:35 -- anon95

I was thirteen

my family packed into a van

"Wham bam thank you pam" to the land where I began

Fuck my school, fuck my friends, fuck my plan

knocked off my feet

and now I really can't stand

damn

cause this place really ain't a decent home

at my new school, kids said

"Leave the freak alone"

scared to go to lunch

no second spent breathing slow

not one friend

struggling to keep ahold

damn

I thought I was a decent bro

bullies break hearts

never let a teacher know

I'd rather head home climb the stairs chill be alone take my soul out and plunge it deep into a speaker cone

only headphones keep thoughts out my head

fuck thoughts

I'm lost in soft sounds instead

pause now and set

the song loud and jet

straight into some of that

music

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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