The Needle

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Why do I always feel this way?
All alone, isolated, and by myself
Like a snow storm in the middle of May
Similar to an empty book shelf

I want to be part of the crowd
All I want is to be part of the team
An actual somebody who is always proud
Like a long novel with a plot and theme

I feel like the needle in a haystack
Like Hiroshima after the atom bomb
I don’t want to feel like a train going off the track
But someone who actually has a date to prom

Maybe one day I will know how it feels
Someday I will know what it’s about
Like a toy truck with all four wheels
A man with courage who has no doubt





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Cori F. said...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 11:54 am
Sorry amanda . Scott and I are already gonig together :-) .. good job scott ! i am inspired by your wonderful work !
 
Amanda G. said...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 11:46 am
You are amazing. I love you. And I love your needle poem. You're so insightful. And I'll be your prom date. I won't have one either.
 
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