POEM- Tick. Tick.

[buffysmglover]

I wrote this about 3 weeks ago. I write poems when I'm sad. I write them when I'm happy, although those are my worst ones. I write them when I'm confused. And I wanted to see what would happen if I wrote one when I was mad... I don't remember why I was mad.

I lay my head down on my desk.
Tick. Tick.
Anger flying.
Can’t be dying.
Tick.
Anger charging.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Anger raging in my head.
Tick. Tock. Tock.
You.
Tick.
Are.
Tick.
The one.
Tick.
I turn---- to.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
You’re no one.
Tick. Tick.
There’s no one.
Tick.
Just.
Tick. Tick.
My desk.