Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

The Secret Lives of...

More by this author
Why must you torture me
in everything that you do?
You torture me
in everything that you do.
I don't have that much room
in my mental notepad
to remember your
little tendencies, quirks.
So I'll write them
on the corner of this
sheet of paper,
and I'll just hope I remember
since I won't ever
flip back to this
page again, even though
I just might become a hoarder
saving all the books I've written
something in-
something about you,
something that describes you,
something to remember you by.
And when I need to go on
some television show
(so they can clean me up)
where I'll
embarass the hell out of myself
showing the nation what
a mess I've made of myself
wanting to remember you,
when they see that
so much more lies behind
the piles and piles and piles
than what I want them to know,
maybe you'll,
at long last,
be tuned in.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback