The Mobile Phone

Mrs Kaczynski:
Hey honey I got you a new mobile phone
It's just something I thought you'd like to own
You can chose your own ringtone
It has games, photos, music and video
So you can retreat and still get on the go
And if you want to it's a good conversation piece you know
Bettie Kaczynski:
Thanks Mom I'll use it when I walk around town
Just staying in this room is really a let down
Mrs Kaczynski:
What time will you be back around?
Bettie Kaczynski:
Probably around sunset
I don't quite know yet
Mrs Kaczynski:
I'll so check the messages you get

Poetry Post 241

Wrongfully Accused
I've been wrongfully accused
Attacked and abused
I'm seeking a way out
How did this lie come about
All because one man lied
I have to run and hide
I have to get out of the hot seat
I have to avoid people I normally meet

Scarred
I have a spot too cold to feel
I have a scar too wounded to heal
I reached a point to where nothing is real
Shot by the poisoned dart
Engraved forever in my broken heart
And I can't go back to where I had start

Suicide
I won't even put up a fight
Nothing has ever gone right
So it'll be alright if I just die tonight
This confrontation drained me of my might
So death is the only end to my plight
You may say hindsight has distorted my foresight
But neither side holds any light

Bettie Can't Come

Mrs Kaczynski:
I'm sorry but Bettie can't come in today
He's keeping himself locked away
And there's nothing I can do but let him stay
Mr Mason:
Do you really think that's in his best interest?
Mrs Kaczynski:
I don't think you have a right to say what's best
Mr Mason:
I had to treat him like I would the rest
Mrs Kaczynski:
Then why did you punish him worse?
Mr Mason:
Because Fred had to go to the nurse
That's a rule we have to enforce
Mrs Kaczynski:
Then what about Bettie laying unconscious on the school grounds
And the fact Fred outweighs Bettie by twenty pounds
Mr Mason:
No teacher was there so it was out of our bounds

Poetry Post 240

Would You
Would you be a mother to me if I was a father to you
Would you give me your heart if I put mine in everything I do
Would you tell me your dreams if I could help them come true
Would you help me without changing me if I took you for who you are
Would you show me the light when I reach for the skies aiming at a star
Would you still love me if I never measured up to the bar

Social Anxiety
I'm sick of wasting countless years
Trying to overcome pointless fears
Fears of failure fears of never trying
Fears of living fears of dying
Fears of emotional investments going bankrupt
Fears that my feelings are sick and corrupt
Fears of pressure and the slightest expectation
That comes implicit to every social situation
Fear of not being in my own element
Fear of offending those who don't understand what context I meant
Fear that social gatherings are a soulless task
Nothing personal or humane shown through the social mask
Fear not knowing what to show or what to hide
I just leave my poems to show what's inside

Suffering Fool
Killing myself to numb the pain
Dulling the thoughts haunting my brain
Relieve the tension to ease the strain
Wash away doubt down the drain
Adrenaline clears the guilt without a need to restrain
Euphoria or anxiety the option seems so plain
But my awakens with only more about to complain
When life goes from troubled mind only to a void empty brain
You appear as a suffering fool unfit to train
It's no wonder you lock yourself away labeled insane

Dr. Grey

Dr Grey:
So Bettie what have you been up to?
Bettie Kaczynski:
World seven level two
Dr Grey:
Sorry I don't understand you
Bettie Kaczynski:
Oh I've been playing video games Dr Grey.
Dr Grey:
Do you play them all day?
Bettie Kaczynski:
What's wrong with what I play?
Dr Grey:
It can't substitute human interaction
Bettie Kaczynski:
It can if it gives me satisfaction
Dr Grey:
You can't live on a distraction
Bettie Kaczynski:
How is it different than the Zoloft you prescribe
It's better than the "real world" you describe
Your speech is nothing but an empty diatribe