You
ask me to tell you about myself
You ask me Questions that
I can't answer.
You don't understand that
I must keep my secretsImust
Be private
Though
you
are the one
who made me this way
I've given in before - told you
who I am
How I hurt
And you ridiculed me
Now I am silent
while you
Frustrated
uncomprehending
Beg
To enter my mind
I'm sorry. It's too late now.
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You - by Marianne Sheldon
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Hello,
My brother found an old high school poem of mine on your blog. Who are you?
Marianne
I'm just someone who was in highschool at the same time you were, but not at the same school. We've probably never met. I went to a youth symposium or conference in Saskatoon and I believe I picked up an "anthology" of young (school-aged) Canadian writers there, in which your poem was published. I admired your piece and wrote it in my journal at that time - I never thought I would actually "meet" the author. Your poem touched me in some way. Thank you! If you want me to take it down, or if you want me to put a link to somewhere, I'll do so. Please let me know either way.
Cheers,
m.
Marianne
I'm still here. If you need to contact me, drop a comment in my most recent post so I'll be sure to see it.
thx
m.
wow thats amazing!
kj xox
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