Placeholder Photo

semi-prose; poem about friends (or lack thereof)

Placeholder photo,

why can't I be you?

A teen girl with her friends

hanging out at the zoo?

Empty frame

in my room,

why am I stuck

with you?

Why must this be the reality

I trudge myself through?

 

Empty frame that I gaze at,

but I cannot fill,

this emptiness inside

that just builds and builds.

I try to stuff other photos

but the result is nil.

Will I ever have a life

worth my frames' own zeal?

 

Because the placeholder photo

is really not mine,

and I can't keep pretending

through the spans of time

that this was once me

and I am still that

because I have recluded

as a matter of fact.

 

I've withdrawn myself

into a darkenss all my own,

pretending I don't need them,

living all alone.

 

But I'm getting tired

of these empty frames

and pretending that friends

are not a gain.

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. It came from my own present social situation (or lack thereof)

Reviews

[Kent Smotherman]

What a great concept for a poem! I really enjoyed reading this piece. It reads very well, although for me the flow is a little disjoined because of the varying stanza lengths. But hey, that's just me - I am a programmer, so structure is everything to me! lol :)

[kayla]

lol. Ya, I kinda realized the flow wasn't gunna be perfect because of all the information that I wanted to get into them.
Thanks for the review though(:

[Tai Ryens]

No harm intended, but the way you phrase it makes you sound like you were not an introvert in the first place. Anyways, I've liked this somewhat, though I'm not too enthusiastic if a couple of the lines.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

unique concept. i like it.