Turn Away

Mon, 02/23/2015 - 22:23 -- J Pride

I’m sorry I cry.

Please try to ignore it for now.

And just know I’m sorry.

 

You’ve never seen this in me.

To you, I am joy.

Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.

Each day. Every day.

I come to school, with my backpack full of

good stories,

advice,

support,

life.

People like it, and I do too.

 

So that is why I can’t be honest.

People wouldn’t like it. You wouldn’t like it.

I may be full of smiles but they are only to barricade the tears.

Please, please don’t look. It is hard for me to—

 

HELLO MY NAME IS JOI. I CRY EVERYTIME MY PARENTS SCOLD ME. I MAY NOT BE THE PERFECT CHILD I STRIVE TO BE, BUT HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? YES, I AM EMOTIONAL. HOWEVER NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE. I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH ONE PERSON BUT THEY DON’T KNOW YET AND I CAN’T WAIT TO TELL THEM. I LOVE TO BE BOLD. I AM AWKWARD, AND TRIP OVER MY OWN SENTENCES. I AM OFTEN TOLD TO STAY QUIET BUT I’M TIRED OF THAT. LOOK AT ME! NOTICE ME! LOOK AT ME!!! NOTICE M—

 

Oh, goodness. Again, I apologize.

You weren’t supposed to see that.

She is rather loud.

 

No no, look here instead. Yes, at me.

That will make things so much easier.

Thank you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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