Questions

What Am I doing here?
Standing against a wall?
Leaning against a fence?
Nothing to do…at all.

Why am I alone?
Here,
With only myself?
Me,
Myself,
And I.
In the corner…
…in the dark…

Where can I go?
When I’m all alone,
When no one is with me,
Except for myself.

But I’m not alone—
It just looks that way.
My friends
Are hiding,
They are still with me

I’m longer alone
For now that I know.

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A questioning poem, nothing more, writtened my junior year of high school ('95-'96).

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LAST UPDATED: January 27, 2000

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