It was the first day of eighth grade;
the last year of middle school...

Will I ever be the same again
Will I ever get past all these lies...

I watch from the shadows
Your smiling face, feign...

Here's where it starts
Here's where it ends...

I long to reach deep into my own skin
And pull out this aching thorn lodged deep in to...

You look at me like I'm a freak
Like I'm some kind of 'tard...

In the red tent,
The truth is known...

Inspiration intercedes on my behalf
Pounding out a steady drumbeat...

Shit happens
Abandonment...

Is poetry enough
To describe the thoughts...

The eloquence of the wind,
Dancing across the latent sky...

I stepped off the plane
and was greeted, enveloped...