“Everyone would leave me,” my worries grow, What others think is something I shall never know, A let-down? Burden? Distraction? Worry? No, I ain’t certain, yet I say ‘sorry’, Until you come up to me and with a smile, Say, “Just close your eyes, a little while, Some things are, The way they are, And it hurts that you can’t change ’em, Things are mess at times ‘n you can’t arrange em, But if there’s three reasons to give up, I’m give you hundred reasons to stay, You’ve come a long, long way Till now, and you’ve a long, long way to go, You’ll manage somehow, you’ll outgrow All your worries to be the you wanna be.” You look at me And say, “I needn’t eludicate That you’re life’s a blank slate, And what you write comes true: So stop thinking what others’ thinking, And just be you!”
This poem is written in the point of view of this boy who calls himself Zya. What do you think of him? And thank you so much for reading.
Just a year gone, memories piled, Looking back to the while, When you had a smile Whenever you heard my name, Or saw my face, or whenever I came Anywhere near you, Or when I’d look to The desk where you sat in middle school. Ah, those days, when you thought I was cool, No, the coolest boy who’s ever been, The smartest boy you’d ever seen, How used to smile, in your childish pleasure… You don’t think of me now, do you, Now you’re so mature?
This poem is written in perspective of a 16 year old boy called Ryu, for his cousin, Knzryo.