Sunday- Time Uknown

while packing i found one of my oldest poems, from middle school.

my edges are sharp

my brow is plucked

somewhat

there is markings on my face

they itch

i read a book

it inspires

but my poems are still haywire

my spelling is like minimal wage

thinking of jobs for the summer

highschool

strange

everytime i think back it scares me

i was so small

now so big

sex is everywhere

i think about it

about who would be good in bed

gross i sound a s**t

but i know the truth about me

lieing is easy

beliving is even easier

for you i mean

or do i

who knows

certianly not me

Author's Note

i have a short attention span, and i just wanted to share.

Reviews

[JC]

i like the sporadic vibe, freight train thoughts.

[Liz-z]

A response to your authors note: I can see, since you've changed the subject plenty of times....
It sort of confused me, but had me wondering, which I liked. Trying to figure out what's going, is sort of my style!
haha, anyways it's seems so desperate. Desperate for a future, hoping you still have one?
Really fantastic poem.
Favorite lines:
Well actually each line leads to a different thought... So I'm not sure how to pick, but I really do love it. Very creative poem! :)