To Be A Snob This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   I stood high upon that hilltop-

looking down on peoples' heads

as they milled around, jostling each other.



I felt good standing above,

my heights dwarfing the moving specks below.



I had once been down there wishing,

in the fray, looking up to

see feet of others stand on this same hill.



I toiled to climb the mound,

to try and see their far and distant faces.



Now they struggle and labor to

be level, head on, with me

and they wonder what I see here, on my hill.



Little do they know, all I

see is the tops of wandering peoples' heads.



I sit, watch them climb together.

I must squint to see their faces

and I want, wish, they would see more than my feet.

This hill can be lonely.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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