Sydney Ference

Grade: 12

Mayfield High School

Instructor: Kari Beery

The Passage of Guilt

Poetry

The Passage of Guilt

Problem Child,
Don't know any boundaries.
Can hardly tell right from wrong,
And feels guilty all of the time.

Wayward Brother,
Does not know how to keep their hands to themselves,
Firing fists faster than words.
And feels guilty all of the time.

Twisted Sister,
When was the last time your hair was tied in braids?
You used to be considered cute, now you are all wild and crazed.
And feels guilty all of the time.

Absentee Father,
When was the last time you came home?
Could not handle the mess, so you left in distress.
And feels guilty all of the time.

Tired Mother,
Please get some rest.
Did all that you could do.
There is no need to be the best.
You deserve more than what you have been given.
But feels guilty all of the time.

Overworked Teacher,
Thank you for providing us what our parents and friends could not when there was no need.
We came for education and came out feeling accepted.
And feels guilty all of the time.

All are Lonely Persons,
Never knew what you had.
Now all have disappeared,
And all felt guilty all of the time.

My Clementine

Poetry

My Clementine

I relent.
I have not been the person that I wish to be.
I am the enemy of me.

I worry about the performance and do not actually put in the work.
I feel like a fraud.

I keep my silver tongue behind rows of teeth,
And smile with devil-ish looking eyes.

I am in disguise.

I trip over my own two feet as I flee my shroud of lies,
Not caring what I leave behind.

I say that I want to do better, be better,
But there is no way I am fooling you.

I am your bodyguard.

I know your weaknesses inside and out,
I know what makes you laugh and what makes you cry.
I know what brings you a good time.

There is no way I am fooling you,
You are in on it too.

How else have I stayed alive?
My Clementine.