fourteen year old me was disliked
not with a burning fire in their belly
but the aversion of facing a mirror
I regarded my world
all the actions and emotions
hedging comments with furtive looks
endless columns of life in my notebook
scrawled lines, half print-half script
wirebound windows they wished shuttered
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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