Karratha senior high

The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,

that you absorb,

the burning hate that you despise,
the hate.
You hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,

you can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You hate the pent up anger

that you release into the world to handle,
but you don't care,

but deep down under the hate, you do.
You hate the sadness,
almost.

You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.

You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You hate the confusion,
the haze you live behind,
your mind,

a prison.

Every night
you dread the next day,
and what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
but hardly does it help.
The headache, stomachache, muscle aches,

pain to the bone.
Pain,

inside and out,
merciless, unforgiving,

indescribable.
You forget what it's like to

smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
be what you used to be.
And what you hate the most
is the stress,

the hair yanking,
indescribable stress

Karratha senior high can suck my moldy balls