the hardest part of the day

is waking up

the second hardest part of the day

is pretending

 

that i am okay

that the math test i have third period

is the only thing weighing heavily 

on my heart

 

i am a phoenix

waiting for the day

when i deteriote onto

the ground below me

 

and from the ashes of broken dreams

i will rise and soar

through time and space

back to when i was a girl

 

back to a time when

i had scabs on my knees

instead of wounds

in my self esteem

 

but that all seems so

pointless

because time is inevitable

and i will be back

 

to pretending

that the math test i have third period

is the only thing weighing heavily

on my heart