April was surreal for me. I won the talent show, I qualified for Nationals in Speech and Debate, I am poised to do good on my AP tests.
So, as a result, here is my final poem for the month of April.
fin
Spoiler
i am a heat seeking missile seeking your attention, and i've been wearing a bloodcaked sweatshirt every time i see you so you'll worry about my physical condition. but you're colorblind, so you repeatedly ask why i keep on shitting myself.
"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. — H. Jackson Brown
