Dear Diary,
People they want me to be,
Futures that never happen
Indecision rules my heart,
Time’s killing me slowly
Hope that withers like winter flowers
While colleges stay unpicked
Frosty icicles coating my home life
Slushy snow coloring my sight
Loudest music to drown out the rampage,
A barrage of pressure
A symphony of sorrows
Shadow figures stay unfulfilled
My dear, dear diary:
My teen angst has a body count.
