I was looking through some boxes today
I stumbled upon words of mine, written long ago.
Little postcards from the past.
Pathetic emotions...
Pathetic opinions...
Idealistic in nature...
...depressing rants.
The world as seen by a teenager,
Such a laugh.
Profound in my mind, I held them all close to my heart.
Pieces of me, shards that I had somehow managed to mosaic onto a page.
So sure that I, that they, would change the world (or at least change me).
"This is significant!" they all shouted, "This is raw! This is vulnerability at it's best, so why aren't you listening!?"
I wonder where that girl has gone and what has become of her.
Is she lying dormant underneath it all?
Did she change the world, did she change herself? Is she on her way?
Has she sold out to flip patties and except?
Who knows.
I guess we'll see at the 10 year reunion...
Despite the awkward rambling I enjoyed the poems.
A little timeline of my high school existence.
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