The Slightest Ideas

April 19, 2009
By Kristen Wiidanen BRONZE, Clackamas, Oregon
Kristen Wiidanen BRONZE, Clackamas, Oregon
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I am me without the slightest idea.

I rise in the morning and fall at night,

My trodden dreams often filled with fright.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I become stronger day in and day out,

My barrier still stands through every shout.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I still experience the shot that rings in my ears,

A family broken over all these years.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I wonder how we all intertwine,

Attempting a high to pass the time.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I break all the rules set for me,

Simply so I can feel free.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I worry about everything except for my own,

It blocks the pain and slows the stone.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I feel the alcohol surround my house,

The ghosts still haunt, silent mouse.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I dream of the days when I leave this place,

Let go of my hand so I can save face.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I hope someday you will understand,

But it is forbade to speak in this land.
I am me without the slightest idea.

I am here to hide my strife,


To carry on with an empty life.
I am here without the slightest idea.
No control over what I feel,
How to handle it, or where to kneel.
But I do endeavor and give it my all,
Into the abyss with the light at the end,
Being surrounded in the arms of my closest friend.


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