There Should Not Be Rejects in the Art Room

Harsh white tiles map out the room,
The light gray pattern is the mimicry of flaws.
Bundles of bodies hover in their own secret groups.
I lack-I lack-I do not know.

Negativity crawls in the crevices
Of the pale painted cinderblock walls.
If I like-they call “obsessed.”
What I do not-heads turn, unspoken: “outcast.”

She seats herself, centered in my field of view.
Four years of anger is too short for her.
Her eyes are fixed on me,
I am in a glass jar being analyzed.

I exhale and liberate the air from inside.
She was a vindictive friend, until I said “no more.”
I keep my eyes out of contact
As I step in the room.

People gather in exclusive groups
They never get it. They never will-





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Hollywog. said...
Sept. 28, 2009 at 6:54 pm
This poem is so AMAZING.
This is the type of poem that I aspire to write. You have a real talent - never let it go!!
 
NessieMarie said...
Sept. 27, 2009 at 10:51 am
killer...(:
 
xomolls This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 26, 2009 at 7:26 pm
This poem is almost tragically beautiful. The descriptions colored a pretty picture in my mind. :) stunning.
 
flawsversesperfection said...
Sept. 26, 2009 at 10:59 am
I've experienced what you're talking about in this poem. It really hit home for me. i loved it.
 
poemgirl55 said...
Sept. 25, 2009 at 4:02 pm
That is really sad. I was totally transfixed!
It was good!
 
StrawberryTofu This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 25, 2009 at 10:20 pm
aw thanks!
 
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