Author’s Note: Hello! I’m back and the same as always. I’m going to have a massive updating day. All of these poems are from 9th grade, so don’t expect too much. I putting a few of them together in this chapter: Falling Star, Jinxed, and Freak.

Falling Star

Such a small, shining dot of light

That is seen only

On a cloudless night

Twinkling downward it flies free.

Oh, how I wish that little light was me.

Jinxed?

You could call me jinxed

But am I really?

Sure, I’ve been torn open

I’m bleeding inside.

For years the tears

Have stayed I cannot cry.

Sure I’ve been hurt

Wounded inside.

But tears I’ve held back

I refuse to cry.

So you could say I’m jinxed,

But I do believe I’m strong.

Freak

Wishing for someone

To call my own

To say, “I love you”

So I can respond “I love you too”

But it won’t happen.

No one loves a freak.