A Portrait of the Broken Man as a Young OneA Poem by Jonny The SavageKindergarten: Everything's new and I wonder, Why nobody wants me around. First Grade: Oh God, I'm so alone, Why doesn't anyone like me? Second Grade: There's more to life than the sliding board, There's it tag too! Third Grade: Where are you, god? I've been screaming your name... Fourth Grade: Why have you betrayed me sliding board? My arm will never be the same and neither will you. Fifth Grade: A sea of new faces, including hers. Oh why does she torment me? Sixth Grade: I fall through the ice and narrowly escape But would anyone have noticed if the lake had eaten me? Seventh Grade: We both tiptoe around what we both wanted, But retract, myself to a bottle of pills. Eighth Grade: I'm so depressed, maybe I should end myself. Who would miss me anyways? Ninth Grade: "F**k the freshmen" echoes through the halls, And I must say, I agree. Tenth Grade: There's nothing like chasing after a girl Who will never want you. Eleventh Grade: It turns out a broken heart Leads to a broken smile and eventually a broken bottle. Twelfth Grade: Finally, my exodus, but it feels nothing like What I had always thought it would. © 2011 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 30, 2011 Last Updated on April 30, 2011 AuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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