Intrapersonal

conflict, beaded

string, an unconventional

crazy,

Extreme

Emotional

Reaction!

Look at me,

tell me who I am,

tell me what I'm living for,

I've forgotten, again,

this just keeps happening,

it'll never end, I have to end

early, Never! I will go―Never!

I'll stay, till I'm plowed or eaten,

I'll stay, till the end, the very

last possible end, because life is beautiful,

and I want to see where this—

is going NOWHERE!

I'M WORTHLESS!

Idiotic, read my face!

Cut my lips,

picture, hell, Hell, HELL!

because that's where I'm going,

after I down this,

Wha― What— Have I done it?

Yet, because I'm so stupid!

I'm so WORTHLESSSSSS,

“Megan, you're always great,

no matter what you do, you're great,”

Coach tells me unprompted, or maybe he

saw my tears sparkling under the moonlight,

on the bus trip, when I was sure I'd commit

suicide, or maybe he heard them,

maybe they all heard them, when I had my headphones in,

and I was crying for HOURS— All I do is waste HOURS!

But I'm perfect! I have to get this done! I have to get this one

published! Bestseller, the world needs, nobody needs, me.