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Nicole Tardiff
1.
SILENTLY SCREAMING
I feel like everything is dying around me
My family, My friends, My world Or is it something inside of Me? Is it something I’m too blind to see? When I look into the mirror, what I once saw was not so bad, But now when I look in the mirror what I find is something so sad The girl who’s looking back at me, although she does not speak a word I can tell she has a lot to say Because I have noticed that her smile has begun to fade
I just don’t feel the same anymore Nothing seems to be right I try to hold my head up high but it always ends up hanging toward the floor Before my friends told me they hated me Before My mother’s boyfriend, Ron, and all the deaths I was living such a perfect life I was actually trying my best. My sky has turned to a darkened gray My dreams are no longer real I have no idea what to believe anymore
I don’t know what to feel My angel left me long ago and I can’t seem to find where she went She has left a special part of me so dreary and upset I hadn’t done anything wrong I was still the same old me Still I had no answers what in God’s name could it be I sat and thought what I could have possibly said or done To make my friends so upset with me, to make our friendship come undone
Finally I had an answer, I actually knew what was wrong With my sickly jealous friends. Why had it taken me so long? Why couldn’t they just be happy for me They wanted what I had, To be happy just like me Because they had never experienced the feeling of being free Now I don’t have to worry those insecure Children are out of my life
But it does not end there no not just yet There is more to the story, More pain and strife
My mother is going through her own loss I don’t know how to help her, I have never taken charge before and been the boss She sleeps all the time and says she doesn’t care But I know she still cares about me, for I’m still her little Baby Bear
I still hate to see her suffer She is the strongest person I know And it crushes me inside to see her no longer glow She will get through this and I’m right by her side And as soon as that day comes we are going to take off and fly But for now I’m silently screaming at myself and to the world What no one seems to understand is that for now I’m a lost and lonely little girl.
2.
WHEN I GO TO A RED SOX BASEBALL GAME
I can’t explain the feeling I get when I go to a Red Sox baseball game. It’s like this BANG of energy that rushes through my veins. I’m free. No one can tell me what to do.
The air is filled with the spices of hot dogs, pizza, Fenway freshly cut grass. I love it.
Here everyone is like me, cheering on my fave Red Sox players. I’m not different. Here I fit in.
Copyright © 2002 Student Publishing Program. Poetry and prose © 2002 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. Site designed by Strong Bat Productions. |
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