~Me~
Sitting in silence
not a single word.
The chilly breeze runs down my spine.
The wind whispers in my ear.
The clouds roll on by.
Surrounded by people.
Thoughts run through my mind.
My comfort is in my pocket.
Let my troubles roll on by.
I'm a secret, a story to be told.
I am the one who would rather be alone.
I am the one who takes comfort in a knife.
I am the one who wants to be left alone.
My life is a dark little secret.
My life is a story that is told.
No one wants to be like me.
I don't want to be like me.
By: Teresa A.©
Feb. 26, 2003
