17, 1998, Alone, Depressed, Depression, High School, Misunderstood, Poem, Poetry, Searching
She lies on her floor writing
for no one but herself.
She does not know who she is
there is not a soul who can tell her.
They confuse her more and
Hearts she is supposed to have
to handle one has been hard enough.
Will rescue her and help her to surface?
is her question for everything.
By everyone known and unknown
by no one but herself.
By poetry that gets her nowhere