A Lost Child

September 19, 2009
More by this author
In this eerie sea I stay,
can’t drown in
cant's get out;
stuck in the middle of nowhere,
helpless and just

A child weakly grown,
in useless knowledge
and vast vocabulary;
trying to look
like I would want to be.
But it's not me…
It's never been.

Maybe there's hope,
someday, I'll come out;
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe next year,
or never.

Feeling useless and stupid,
Not living up
To what I would like myself to be.
But who am I?
A stranger
Slipping in my own shoes,
but looking brave,
by looking smart.

Just a little lost child.

Join the Discussion

This article has 4 comments. Post your own now!

Wildheart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 14, 2009 at 9:43 am
wow, that was amazing!!!!!!!!
LaylaViolet said...
Nov. 12, 2009 at 1:29 pm
I like this on better than 'A Friend' because this one seems more deeper. A perfect ten, this one. :P
Zad B. replied...
Nov. 12, 2009 at 2:29 pm
thank you! =)!
chasingdreams said...
Oct. 11, 2009 at 12:27 am
i really like this poem
Site Feedback