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Reciprocal of my mind
to frighten away my sickly thoughts
that I avoid throughout the days of these weeks,
spent in useless and aimless causes and directions,
until it all stops or goes away...
Fractured candle
Brings it all back
From underneath
The endless stack.
Holes in values
Cannot repair
The vest of sorrow
I always wear
It's all a fake.
It's all unreal.
They don't know
How I really feel.
Happiness
I cannot find.
Total sorrow
Rules my mind.
The confession
I already guessed
And here I thought
I tried my best.
I still believe
That if I try,
I'll reach my goal
Before I die.
I don't know how,
At least not yet.
A clear thought
I cannot get.
Someday it will
Be very clear,
And my goal
Then I will near.
During 9th grade, I sent the girl I liked flowers with a card telling her that I liked her that also had my phone number on it. A dozen roses was probably overkill, but she did call. However, I was sad to find out that she would not be my girlfriend. She told me she already had a boyfriend. This is the first poem I wrote after that call, so I was feeling sad and ineffective. Before she told me she had a boyfriend, she said she had "a confession" to make, so that's where the name comes from. This poem was just vague enough to apply to various situations though.
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