Friday, May 21, 2010

Look at Me

I always wanted to make relationships,
But no one understood.
I always wanted to share feelings,
But I can't look at my past.
It hurts, and no one cared.

I would lay down on the bed,
And think about the simplicity of life.
A life where nobody changed,
like a museum where the Eskimos and Native Americans
never moved.
I loved it.
Everyone was same, nothing different.
Trust me, it was that simple.

School is funny.
What's the point of it?
You learn nothing but stupid stuff.
I don't care about all that.
I want to go out far away, and live a life that is different.

And, I want someone to be with me,
you know.
I can live by myself.
I would be bored, and I don't want that to happen to me.
At least I hope it won't.
But who knows.
The world is full of phoniness.
And i wouldn't live with a phony girl.
That would be wrong.

I am a madman.
I am weird.
Sometimes, I would annoy a single person all the time.
I wouldn't even let him take a deep breath.
That's how annoying I can get.
On the other hand, I can be really nice and caring.
I would listen to people and talk about their problems.
But Hey,
When I am under pressure, I do bad things.
because I can't think deep enough to decide whether it's bad or not.
Like, One time I paid a prostitute to come in my hotel room to do stuff.
But I didn't do anything.
I know, i am weird,
But you know what,
I am a madman!

2 comments:

  1. way to go Paul. This poem sounds just like Holden and you did a ggod job expressing his rather confused point of view. i don't completely get the whole madman thing and does Holden really consider himself weird? but overall it was great poem :)

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