My Windows

You keep telling me how stupid I am

For using Windows on my Mac

But there is one thing you don’t really realize

 

The fact that you are like the Windows on my Mac

 

You’re standing in a crowd

Where you don’t belong

Smiling up but looking down

 

You’re against all odds and evens

Of nature itself

Like my Windows does not belong on my Mac

You don’t belong where you stand

 

But I can’t help being reeled                                    

Into your peculiar eyes

Drawn into the complexities of your mind

 

You’re standing where you don’t belong

You’re against all odds and evens

 

But to tell the truth

Wherever you stand

If you’re still you

I don’t really mind

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was thirteen.

Reviews

[persianleopard]

I could bearly put two words together at 13 and you put a brilliant poem together. I love this material. Very nice for any age!

[Lydia]

I really like this! I'm thirteen, Lol!

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Oh you had a magnificent vocabulary as a thirteen year old then :)
You done a great job on this.


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