A Sixteen Year Old's Highschool Complaints

This poem... Is unfortunatly... Me

Just turned sixteen,

Brunette and shy,

I'm not very popular,

But, hey it's highschool...

My love-life is a mess.

Younger guys seem attracted,

But for once,

An older guy might be nice!

Ha...

But then again,

No one really notices me.

But that's the way I like it.

I'm free

When I'm by myself,

In a way I can't be with others.

 

I'm not very good at expressing myself,

Though being a girl,

You might think I should be.

My mind is full of contradictions.

When I am sad,

I smile.

No one is allowed to know,

When I am hurt,

I merely laugh.

What's the point in complaining?

 

My best friend is a nightmare...

Though I really do love her...

I guess I take things too literal,

But with her humor,

It's hard for me to tell

If she's seriouse or not!

 

Sometimes I feel lost,

I don't really know

Where I am going.

I'm trying to figure things out,

Get a grip on my life.

 

I'm a clumsy kid.

If you make me nervous,

I begin running into things...

Yes, silly I know,

But somehow,

Along with tounge-tied,

I get foot-tied too.

 

People think I'm stupid,

'Cuz I don't have much to say.

I'd rather write my stories

Or draw pictures on the wall.

 

People can say

what they want about me.

It's not like I'm gonna listen.

I'd rather turn up my music

And float off

To my daydreams.

 

My friends call me blonde,

But that is just my shield.

If people could read my mind,

They'd see I'm somewhere else,

All the time.

 

Social skills are not my thing,

But if fist came to face,

Be assured,

I'm alot stronger than I look.

But you'd never know,

I guess,

'Cuz who notices me?

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Wow... reading this over, gees, I sound REALLY pessimistic! But I'm not really... XD

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

..........
People think I'm stupid,
'Cuz I don't have much to say.
..........

A very true reality in this world yet none the less ironic.
I'm reminded of a quote from Mark Twain...

"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think
you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."

I've practice that idea ever since I could remember and even though I'm sure many found me to be dull, they had little proof to work with if they thought I was stupid. ^-^
Chin up, dear. One day you will be seen for what you are, and not what others suppose.
Great write.

[RainyDay]

Wow. Like, totally high fibe here. I feel exactly the same, except I don't get to fade away. Thank God no-one picks on you and keep cheerful, cos if you show people they hurt you they'll pick you out and bring you DOWN. Watch out for yourself. No-one else will.

[Jemma]

gah I remember been like that. It wasn't very long ago after all. Even though you descibed yourself, I saw a lot of myself in this poem. I was the girl with her nose in a book. Or writting away in the corner. The girl with her headphones in. With the best friend that i could never tell if they were true. Daydreaming. Shy. Clumsy. Well then i had a complete freak out and became the nutter I am today. :) i left school when i was 16 (now 17) and joined a program to go through college classes where I didn't have to have any contact with people. Lol yeah i'm a freak but school isnt for everyone :) Good luck! :)

[Ama May Cooper]

Not really.. It sounds like any teengers collage years. Noneone has it easy thats not pessimistic at all thats just life, that we all go thru
a good representation of it tho