by Grace Jaycox
I’m so tired I feel as though I may cry.
You wonder if the worship service will ever end.
At least the music is decent.
I always had a fondness for this band.
You are talked to for a little while,
But really she’s talking to your sister.
Everyone talks to her.
I’m not jealous.
You don’t have the energy for that.
She’s a magnet I’ve seen her draw people in.
She told you she’s faking, you feel bad.
I’ve tried faking.
God knows you’ve tried.
I just can’t hack it.
You wish you had friends that lived closer.
It makes me feel like a jerk, I’ve got a perfectly good friend.
You wish everything in your life would stop going wrong so you could hang out.
In my whole eighteen years I’ve only managed one solid friend.
You’ve wondered if something is broken inside you.
Maybe I am.
Maybe you’re not.
Maybe you’re just an acquired taste like black coffee or oysters.
I’m just gross and bitter.
Some get past that, some don’t.
You don’t think anyone should have to acquire those tastes,
So why should they try to want you?
About the Author:
Grace Jaycox is a twenty-year-old artist and a student at FLCC. She enjoys making pieces that make people feel something, whether that be with her poetry, general observations, or through her art. In her free time, she is learning to bake and enjoys having lighthearted debates about various tv shows.