Adolescence

I am alone.
A dark, jerky, old BKV bus is carrying me to the shoreless,
in my eyes there are the tears of anger and hate,
in my bag there are unfortunate relationships: toothbrush and toothpaste,
on my face there are pimples: reflections of my dark thoughts,
among my guitar's strings, there is a paralyzing silence, restrained scream,
what can be tamed just by roaring music,
in my mind there is a huge, howling chaos.