This all started when my english teacher wanted us to write something about our childhood neighbourhood, and well, I just wrote this down, it was easier than I could've imagined, it had always been there, the words, the theme, the structure, I had carried it all with me my entire life, but I never wrote it down, shared it with the world, it hurt to remember, it hurt too much, and I was afraid my family would neglect if they found out I practically snitched on them and revealed to everyone that, big surprise, the funny guy of the class had a crappy life. Well, I turned it in, terrified of what my teacher's reaction would be, and the next class she confronted me and told me that she had loved it. That it both moved her, put me in a new perspective for her, and that the last lines had broken her heart. That I was both a great writer and a person who's real and upfront, who knows about the hardships of life, so I decided to present it to the whole class as my "Author's Chair". The basic premise of it is that you choose a work that you did in english class that you're proud of and present it to everyone else. When the time came I had never been as scared in my life. My hands were shaking, my voice was cracking, I finished it in a rush and nearly broke out into tears, but when I sat back down, all I got was positive feedback. I turned in the final copy to my teacher a few days ago, and my teacher wrote back, saying I should post it here because she thought it was great. So here I am, pourring my heart and soul aswell as pain and memory into this short poem, probably wasting your time with this overly long description, it's likely longer than the poem itself by now. I know it's not great writing but I have one request, if you hate it, then please don't be mean, this is probably the most personal thing I've ever written