I ran across this poem the other day that I wrote when I was in high school. It was my senior year and my family had just moved to a new state. A lot of kids there weren’t very friendly (sigh) so I hadn’t made any friends yet at the school. It was a very hard time so I think I deserved a little teenage angst. :) Though, sometimes I still feel this way. (another smile along with a shrug.)
LonelinessThe world seems to be passing me by, I’d reach out and grab it, but it’s just too high. I’m stuck down here doing the same old routine, where the sky isn’t blue and the grass isn’t green. Where the warmth is inside, while I’m out in the cold, First you’re too young, and then you’re too old. I’ve got to escape this depressed state of mind, leave the unhappiness and all that behind. Get out and escape before it’s too late… I don’t want loneliness to be my fate.