Fear of the Ignorantly Known
Is that how I seem to her? A person who doesn’t know
What I want in life
Someone who has it all
With her long hair and the richness in her eyes
She reminds me of a time in life when
Thinks weren’t simple
Because I felt alone, but then her energy made me feel
Like I wasn’t alone
But the light that shined forth
Was something that was meant to fade away
After the big epoch that revolved through my mind
Before theirs
The smile by the stairs of one of the fake blonde girls
Gave forth to a hospital visit that I wouldn’t have survived without
Playing balloon volleyball was better than realizing that
A lot of them got by, by hating me
It’s the type of thing that a seemingly naïve fifteen-year-old
Finally got out of her
By doing geometry and reading Huck Finn in a cubby
In front of others
While trying not to cry
By attending groups just to add to, and interrupt, the conversation
But the girl in the black and white picture online seems like
She is not one of them
But I guess it is one of those things that is to be determined
Over time
Something in me wants to skip it, though
To get to that higher level where
What I feel in my dreams
Is good