While looking for school supplies in my old bedroom at my parents house, I stumbled upon a notebook of poems I wrote in middle-school. Most of them are stupid. Some are copied down from books of poems I liked. Others are surprisingly good. This one seems particularly poignant:
SolitaryHide me in the corner
Where no one can see.
Let me cry my eyes out
Where no one can hear
And if you see a tear,
Just turn your head and glace away
But always remember
That never have I been as brave as I have today.
Where no one can see.
Let me cry my eyes out
Where no one can hear
And if you see a tear,
Just turn your head and glace away
But always remember
That never have I been as brave as I have today.
Check back later for more excerpts from my adolescent period.
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