Stare

This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was an 8th grader then. It got published in an anthology. The company that published it, told me I was a winner in a contest and that I would be recieving some prize money, but they were frauds. At least it made me f

Do you know me?

Or do I know you?

It's easy to see

What we could do.

Nobody would know,

Nobody would care,

If we could go

Where no one could stare.

 

I don't know

Who they think they are,

When they drive by

In their sports car.

 

Do I have 'Loser,'

Written on my head?

I think that I'd

Rather be dead.

 

As we're walking down Main Street,

We are both looking, down at our feet.

We can both see the hate in their eyes.

Wishing it was time to say our goodbyes.

 

They're always talking,

But we just keep walking.

We try to avoid their glares,

But we can still feel their stares.

 

No, they don't know,

What we're going through.

We both hope,

To see this ordeal through.

 

If no one will know,

And no one will care,

Then we can go,

Somplace where there are no

Stares.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eyeake]

I love it! It gives me a sense of not knowing the end and still feeling the same in walking with my friend in the Tower District, that's moving and heart felt!

[JudyC]

I like it! You've touched on a feeling to which many can relate, I'm sure: the desire for a place "where there are no stares." I can picture myself walking down my own "Main Street". The straightforward language and rhyme scheme complement this heartfelt sentiment. Thanks for sharing this.