(Cliché High School Poetry Corner II: I wanted to kill my parents.)
I’m gonna get out
Get out of this place
I hate your mind
And I hate your face
I find my only answear
Is to kill
I hate you all
for bringing me here
and locking me up
Keeping me safe
Keeping me insane
I am not safe
I am not innocent
I am not pure
I want to be left alone
Yet when I am alone
24 hours a day
It makes me wonder
Do I want this
Do I need this
I am just becoming more disrupted,
Oops I just combusted.
“lock me alone” by eve cabot, 1995