She keeps to herself
the days linger over
each other in series
of rises and sets
of studies and tests
she is never
really sure if she
is giving her best
and while ‘friends’ gather
near lockers and rooms
she looms
in the background
while she
smiles in the forground
watching
the other pass by
the worn out clothes
slothing shoes
revolving door ways
made for breaking
black and blues
and knows
if they ever
found out
if
ever found
out
She would be
hurrled into a
world of shattering words
shattering bones
shattering this visage
so carefully wrought
thought and messaged
even she wasn’t sure
it wasn’t the truth
it wasn’t the
truth
truth is
every day she sees her
softly walking
talking and meandering
through the blurs of
faces her face is clear
and when she gets near
the
summer sun finds
no shadow
sound finds no
rafters to
beat from
it’s as if the entire
world has fastforwarded
into a slow down
and the camera
is souly devoted
to a downward spiral
until the only image
is her brown eyes
and
then
she
sees
……. for a heart beat
crap! did everyone see?
did everyone know?
they say it gets better
but she is no so sure
because all she wants
to do is scream
I AM NOT WHO I
PRETEND TO BE!
No
she wants
to linger in the follow
of her hearts content
play with a force
of first loves commitment
stand on the precipice of
prom in two dresses
hold hands in the court
of dramaless masses
and be free from
this resereved
stagnated and barely controled
lung forward and speak out
compel
and just not be
afraid
of kissing Danielle
but
if they knew
if they
knew
like brown eyes
did
everything would
be over.
so she
keeps to herself
the days linger over
each other in series
of rises and sets
of studies and tests
she is never
really sure if she
is giving her best
and while ‘friends’ gather
near lockers and rooms
she looms
in the background
while she
smiles in the forground
watching
the other pass by
watching
the other
pass
by.
