Cut by Coral

Sometimes you just want to scream at the world.
You know: let all that Teenage angst out.
I wish we had a quiet green, grassy tall hill somewhere in this world surrounded by mountains, a trickling stream, maybe, and a forest or two.
We could stand on its edge, facing the great snow-capped elders and yell out all our worries for them to hear.


They listened,
quiet,
thoughtful,
but never giving advice.


Follow your heart, young 'un.
Follow your heart.


{And then you just want to scream some more.}


I have a Diary.
A Journal.
Whatever.


Sometimes it isn't good enough to scribble down all my feelings;
Somehow, it doesn't really unleash my hostility,
anger,
sadness;
my worries.


"You never call.
Never say 'hi' on MSN.
Who are these other _ _ _ _ _?!
Are you toying with me?!"


Or maybe we should take a dip in the deep, wide ocean.
We could go snorkeling.
Not that we know how to, but we could learn.
Who cares if we're cut by Coral?
Who cares if a great, big, mean shark catches our scent?
Who cares if we die, as long as we have each other.


If I could spend my last moments on Earth with you,
I'd be happy.
I really would.


It's wrong to smoke;
take drugs;
drink.
Why do you still do the last one?


I'm constantly worrying about you!
Your future!
And what happens if no one is there to take care of you?
No matter how many times I try,
you never listen.


Is it true that if we cut ourselves, we'd be free of all pain?
I wish it were true.
High-ness would be delightful in this fast-paced place where a grade of an A2 and below is deemed "bad".


If High-ness could give me POWER
(super-dee-duper powers!)
I'd make sure no one would have any worries.
(No need for that stupid Green report book anymore.)
More understanding and listening, elders!
They raise their eyebrows at such defiance.
We could have picnics on the greengreen grass of the greengreen hills.
(Potato salad and chicken sandwiches, mmmmmm.)


And in the deep blue sapphire-y waters,
we'd snorkel with the schools of rainbow-coloured fishes,
hand-in-hand,
never worrying about being
Cut by Coral.


If I could be ruler of my own kingdom for one day,
just one day,
this would be my blueprint for it.