Entropy

May 15, 2012
By Lauren Mosley BRONZE, Voorhees, New Jersey
Lauren Mosley BRONZE, Voorhees, New Jersey
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My life is beginning to atrophy,
Going into a state of entropy.
Who is this? This isn’t me.
I need to get myself some new choreography.
Because I take one step left, should’ve gone right.
Out in the morning, in for the night.
Trying so hard to make things right,
But I can’t look in the mirror, can’t stand my own sight.
Two eyes looking, and two staring back.
“Give me a break” they say, “Cut me some slack.”
But they know just what it is I lack,
I walk away, turning my back.
Back, back, everything is left behind.
No more clues left for me to find.
What happened to me? I used to be kind.
I guess it left and took my mind.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, they say,
But I haven’t the energy to make it through the day.
Here for a second I cannot even stay,
If I want to turn out okay.
My grades start dropping, dropping like flies.
They’re starting to see through the lines of my lies.
What if one day, to their surprise,
I just lied on my bed and closed my eyes?


The author's comments:
“Entropy” in scientific terms means chaos, which is exactly how the speaker portrays her life. The speaker is not necessarily me, but rather little things about my life magnified as a speaker who seems to completely hate herself and hints at suicide at the end. When I wrote it, I almost pictured the poem being rapped because of how mellifluous it seems. The poem rhymes four lines at a time, and definitely sounds better spoken than read.

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