A Most Mysterious Feeling

I cannot type,

I cannot write

With all these things

running through my mind.

The beginning of a thousand poems,

the end of a thousand stories.

The voices of a thousand people now lost to me.

I cannot speak,

I cannot think

With all these people

watching my every move.

The beginning of a thousand enemies,

the end of a thousand friendships.

The faces of a thousand strangers now forced on me.

Author's Note

Another poem from ninth grade