Hi, my name is Chloe. I am in 9th grade. I mainly write poems but dabble in other things as well. I often write about how I feel about certain things or interesting things. in this case, it's about what seems to be an unpopular opinion of mine - not liking summer.
Summer
I hate summer, I think I've always had,
But apparently that's crazy, so it’s just on my behalf
Should I laugh?
I hate the heat
But you can accept your own defeat
There's not even ice left to eat
I hate the lies
The ones that cannot be covered up by mere butterflies
But how about a disguise?
I hate 3 summers ago
Because I can't just take a metro
And it won't be the same - listening to the stereo
I hate the wasted time
The reverberation in my brain of the bird's and cricket's cries
“What about the fourth of July?”
I hate this loneliness
But there's this suffocation that I wouldn't call coziness
Why does this air have a smokiness?
I hate summer, that's a guarantee.
I hate summer
But apparently, it’s just me.