Don’t Remind Me

Attached somewhere is also a picture of me in a horse mask because it displays just how much I really don’t care.

Please don’t remind me
that my future starts tomorrow-
that I can see my childhood
all but evaporating before my eyes.

Please don’t remind me
about my calculus exam,
for I have reached the point
where I just don’t have the energy to care .

Please don’t remind me,
about that girl with the hair
whose now dating thatboy
because – seriously – why?

Sweet fuck do not remind me
of the intimate, explicit,
mind numbingly nauseating details
of what goes down under the sheets.

Don’t remind me that
________ starts in _______ days,
because I’m just trying, desperately,
to focus on the now and not the fears of the future.

Please don’t remind me
of all your vain insecurities.
The way you “look sooo gross”
only makes me feel like shit.

Do some of us a favor and shut the hell up.

A short poem about teenage angst and general lack of desire. Sometimes I forget the importance of writing explicit words and informalities just because. Or simply to humor myself. That’s what it’s all about isn’t it?
Everyone knows someone who is just too much information all the time, or someone who persistently reminds you of the bad. Everyone just wants them to shhhhhhh.