30 Minutes

June 25, 2010
By Anonymous

In 30 minutes they will all go away
It will be time to leave and stop all of their screaming
I will be alone, finally
That’s not right, I shouldn’t say finally
For I am always alone, alone, alone
Alone even in a crowded room.
And when they all leave I will still be alone
It will just be quieter.
Oh look, 29 minutes


The author's comments:
I wrote this on the last day of a two week camp. This was the night that we could stay up late and sleep in other peoples rooms. That night though, I felt horrible and sad. I decided to stay in my room and everyone outside was yelling and screaming and having fun without realizing I was even missing. You can imagine how that made me feel. So I was angry and I sat there and wallowed in self-pity and waited for lights out. And I wrote this poem 30 minutes until lights out. And thats my story. Later I realized that it meant something much deeper but I don't I'll include that.

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