Some Time Late At Night Poem by Camille Briski

The world is thin, hollow, and angry.
Wastes of space taking up wastes of space.
Our bottles and our cigarettes give us some kind of alluring illusion.
Throwing everything away is so much easier than all of this.
Groups of teens, striving to survive in a society where you kill yourself.
My throat chokes, a wall in my air.
I'm the edge of the universe, magnificent, still barely there.
Why is this generation so angry?
Why are we out to prove ourselves?
My throat chokes, a wall in my air.
I am not them, this is not fair.
The world is thin, hollow, and angry.
And our personality traits have become diagnosed disorders.
We are the edge of the universe.
No longer there.