I sit in the back of the class
Glancing at you in the corner of my eye
Watching you write, read, and listen
Memorizing the way you lean back in a chair
And how you always pack up with thirty seconds left
My English teacher once said
"Looking has power,
because when you're looking at someone
you have the upper hand because
you know what they're doing."
I suppose I have a lot of power over you
Because I constantly want to look at your beauty
And see how you smile
And listen as you laugh
Maybe one day, I'll get the courage to talk to you too

Peeling paint
Rusted stairs
Creaky swings
Broken slide
Missing merry-go-round
A deserted playground
Is home
For lost memories

Death is distant
He's not expected to come
Until we are old and frail
When Death comes early
For our standards
It's more horrifying
Not many think
They'll die young
And meet Death
Sooner than others
But some will
Death shouldn't be distant
Because who knows when
He will strike

Alone and Lonely
Two different words
Interchanged regularly
When they shouldn't be
Alone. (adjective)
On one's own
Lonely. (adjective)
Sad because one has no company
When I am alone
I'm not always lonely
When I am lonely
I'm not always alone
They aren't synonyms

We want people to know,
Know about our inner selves
But when we start to tell others
We clam up, we can't do it.

Why?

Is it because we don't want others
To go through the same things?
Or because we don't want
To be judged for our imperfections?