My senior year in college I lived in a two bedroom, one bathroom attic apartment with my two roommates and their boyfriends. I had absolutely no privacy, and felt like an outcast in my own space.

Constantly being pushed from a world I once had,

Never knew a life like this; being mad, being sad.

All for their happiness, we used to ALL be friends,

as soon as they fell in love is where it all ends.

We used to have many visitors, they used to love WhiteOak,

Now they laugh at coming over, as if we are a joke.

I am paying rent via emotions and thats the way I feel,

It is MY SENIOR YEAR, is all of this for real?

My enviroment isnt healthy; nor is it clean,

I do not want to give orders, I don’t want to sounds mean.

I cannot live like this and I cannot keep drinking,

I cannot keep being violent, I do not know what I’m thinking.

I need to get better, I need my own place!

That inconsiderate couple, I just do not want to face.

He wakes me up in the morning. and keeps me out of the living room all night,

I am really being PUSHED OUT, and I have no strength to fight.

What should I do next? because this cannot go on any longer,

I have tried to deal, but I cannot be any stronger.

I think thoughts I never thought I could think,

It is not fair, to them, all my problems I do link.

The temporary smile you see, is only when I am drinking,

its fakeness on the realest girl and a heart that just keeps sinking

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  • Darla Smith on Mar 9, 2009

    Interesting poem. I like it.

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