The Difference

October 17, 2010
Don’t get close to me.
You can see,
But you can’t touch
My pale skin.
Release your clutch;
I am a sin.

Don’t talk to me.
Pitifully
Sitting here without
A friend.
Full of doubt;
None to depend.

Don’t praise me.
Intrepidly
Guessing at the truth.
You’re always wrong.
I am uncouth;
I don’t belong.

Don’t cherish me.
Your courtesy
Will only go so far.
I can’t return
Distant memoirs.
I need to burn.

Don’t help me.
Truthfully,
We aren’t the same at all.
You are alive.
If you’ll recall,
I did not survive.





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KirstenBrandes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 16, 2011 at 10:44 pm
I love this!
 
chipsandguacamollie said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 6:39 pm

Wow, creepy.  I was originally thinking vampire, but towards the end I was just thinking corpse, which is even creepier, but I guess that's what you were going for :) I like the line breaks - it was choppy in a good way, sort of an interesting flow.  

On the whole, I really liked it.  The only word I thought was off was 'memoirs' just because I didn't get it in the context, but maybe I just missed the meaning.  Nice job! 

 
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