You’re like a disease
Something that just can’t be pleased
Running over the water
A sinkhole swallows me up in one gulp
Just like you, always eating me alive
I love to love you, but I hate to hate you even more
Your words make people weep, but me laugh
You think you’re ahead of the gang
But what about this time
When I threw you for a loop
Made you question your choices of destruction
Your clumsy mouth has tangled you in a web of dismay
No one is going to help
Not even me
This isn’t your time to shine
Your muddy face has polluted my mind
For the last time
It’s you who is broken and bruised
Only a few are capable of pulling through
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



Samantha W.
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