Grade 11 Poetry

While packing I was cleaning out my closet and found a big box of stuff from high school. Notes and stuff you used to get from friends, all that sort of thing. I had actually thought that I had thrown all this stuff away. I do remember throwing some of it away but now I kinda remember saving some things.

Here's a Poem I wrote in Grade 11, you'll think it sucked, I thought it was pretty good.

When can I say what I mean

How do you know I am what I am

If seeing is believing how do you know what I mean?



You were always in the shadows

But came in the spotlight only

to steal it away from me

Then you pushed me down



To think I loved you and

gave you the time of day

only makes me feel worse

and down I go



We were the perfect ones in

everyone's eyes but my own

They didn't know what happened and never will