Adjusted - Mel Afoa

Woke up this morning, feeling more than sombre,
wondering why the bad things in life were always attracted to me.
Walked around the house with depression as my shadow,
took a slow shower in warm water that felt more than icy.
Walked to school with a knowing feeling about what to expect,
english homework, maths lecture, legal assignment, lots of essays.
Also to add on top of the list, maintaining good marks, captain duty,
and ignoring all the tension in the air around a few classmates.
First two hours were spent looking at the plastic clock on the wall,
waiting for the hands to strike the recess bell time, crossing off more time.
Walked around a half-full library, walked on the bottled fury a few girls gave me,
and endured two more hours of loneliness stabbing my side countlessly.
Silly game of cards rolled on next, happiness sat next to me with friends,
Lunch was the only time where contentment filled the awkward air.
Computers last period, sitting looking at words without feeling,
while the haters laughed mercilessly behind my chair, purposefully.
A new adjusted life, is this, after becoming a more serious person,
its way so sullen and powerful, a life of boring and old blended within.