JazzyJezzi

Dear Teen Me, It's your junior year of high school and you're pretty miserable. The Lyme's has kicked in, you're single, and you aren't doing well in school. Today, while you chew an aspirin and hope that your knee will stop aching, you think about where you wanted to be at this point. What a silly thing for you to think. You're exactly where you should be, in school, learning how to handle real people who aren't necessarily your friends. And think of how far you've come! Remember in freshman year, when you dressed in those heinous leather pants because you wanted to be a whole new person for high school? Then you realized the people you fou

Line the fighters up now In neat and angry rows They’re too busy flinging words To ever come to blows Sides already chosen, Battle lines are set Everyone is waiting For the insults they will get There’s a Canyon in this house now, A chasm no one sees. It started out a fracture, And  widened by degrees The words have started flowing The anger levels rise A couple jaws are clenching There’s tears in someone’s eyes There’s a canyon in this house now, A chasm no one sees It started out a nuisance Then brought them to their knees The peak of rage has passed now Another fight complete They dissolve to