Spaghetti

This is the first proper poem I ever wrote and was kind of happy with I think. Just found it while having a clear out, has a lot of sentimental value even if the quality isn't great.

Spaghetti

I pull my chair out from the table,

Place my plate upon the mat,

I smile at my family,

From this chair where I am sat.

Fork fondling the pasta,

Twirling round and round,

A twist of complex knots,

Is all that I have found.

I rest my fork down on the china,

The silver meets it with a clink,

Staring deep into my bowl,

From this I start to think...

I am friendly,

I am fun,

I am outgoing,

I am funny,

I am loving,

I am careful,

I am happy,

I am light,

I am brave,

I am open,

I am simple,

I am extroverted,

I am pretty,

I am forward,

I am LIFE.

My friends & my family,

They have a complimentary view,

What goes on inside,

It would kill me if they knew...

I am selfish,

I am careless,

I am nervous,

I am angry,

I am hurt,

I am hurting,

I am sad,

I am scared,

I am dark,

I am closed,

I am complex,

I am introverted,

I am backwards,

I am lost,

I am LONELY.

I sit in my chair at the table,

My cold food still on the mat,

My mother, she looks at me,

No clue where I am at.

I look into her face,

'Are you alright?' she asks,

Face creasing with concern,

I smile and replace my mask.

I say 'Nothing Mum',

'Just nothing' I say,

My face opens into sunshine,

& I tell her nothing.