On the Run

I wrote these in class, on the bus, etc. I can see the "teen angst" from years ago, but I left them here because they aren't that bad.

Scuffed Shoes
A boredly insane anger,
wishing you were somewhere else
you cry and scream inside
but nobody hears you,
they're all deadend too.
Scuffing one shoe on the other,
you frown and sigh
there's no escape from this prison
so you enjoy the little things,
and keep plodding on.
You've accepted your reality
and death is not an option,
oh sure, you've tried it before
but wouldn't heaven -or hell-,
be just as much a prison?
You can't kill yourself when you're already dead
and even though it takes a lot,
it might be easyer to enjoy,
however uninticing now
you never know untill you try.

Here's something else that reminds me of school.

Explain yourself
Explain yourself as something real,
are you more than a definition?
Show me what you've shown yourself,
have you shown yourself?
After 20, 30 years you'll see
what you have become to me,
a picture, a face, something more,
find what I apreciate.
What I despise in myself,
you voice for me to see,
should I hate you for that
or should I totally agree?

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