excerpt from my journal no. 14

okay so I am very angsty when it comes to poetry, probably because I am 18 and I'm not really considered an adult yet, but I'm also not a child so like angst is my only defense mechanism for my ego (Not even a defense mechanism, my AP psych teacher would be mad at me). So enough about me being angsty, here is a poem about adolescent things.

03/05/16

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they say you should 

never go to sleep angry,

but right now

that's the only way to escape

this torture

i cannot help but,

play that moment

over and over again

in my head.

i just need to go to bed

There you have it, my very very very angsty poem. I should title it Teenage Angst, if you ask me (too bad I hate titling my poems). Also, sorry for the awful grammar, I am very tired and not in the mood.

xoxo, Aubs