a poem by alex mack

doused with chemicals

chemicals of loneliness.

i turn into liquid

but my heart is not liquid.

it is hard, cold, and filled with sorrow.

grief, anguish, despair.

loneliness!

you mortals cannot possibly imagine my pain

my only “super power”

is the power to be sad

very sad.

super lonely.

yeah, i have amazing abilities.

but can my electrical zaps heal

my broken heart?

no.

or if they can, i haven’t figured that out yet.

tonight’s plan:

do homework

watch SNICK

be incredibly lonely.

i wish those chemicals had killed me.