1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

New! kid....

"Hey we have a new...

Student,

a new Friend,

a new Neighbor,

a new Member,

a new Successor,

a new Soul,

a

new

kid,

why don't you introduce yourself?"

they always say,

"Hi, you will probably forget me,

background me from the foreground,

mispronounce my name, talk behind my

back, feel sorry for me and then look away

when I'm tuned to your standards, it doesn't

matter to get to know me, unless you really care."

Everywhere I go

Everywhere I've been

I'm always the "new kid",

no one likes the weird new kid that

likes to sit and keep to herself.

Well maybe cause I'm depressed,

well maybe I'm thinking,

well maybe I'm missing and forgetting,

well maybe, maybe cause no one knows me yet

but really it's because of what I couldn't

take with me,

all the people and places...

that have to stay behind.

I fade to the side lines till I'm noticed

Because there, at least I don't

have to be afraid of criticism and

opinions of being the unhip fresh off the boat

girl that butts into someone elses

business rather than my own,

because when I'm new, I'm alone.

I'm always the new kid,

it's been that way all the while,

it's displacing,

it's degrading,

I'd rather be reffered to, as, well, I don't

know.....

So I come up with 

things to be called

instead,

how that works out or

has worked out,

maybe I'll never know

but even so,

I could care less

I like being introduced, but

I'd always have prefered

rather than being seen

as someone ignorant to the

workings of the place I'm in,

I'd rather have been appreciated

as someone wiser,

someone Kinder,

even thought I'm blonde.

I'ts not really an offence,

people just forget you

faster than the plague

and I hate that,

it comes with

the fear of judgement,

the fear of fitting in,

and when you've been on

every block like me,

it gets repetitive

and typical.

I'm not rehashed,

I simply am,

not wanting new breath,

despite the attention coming

along with it.

I am

older and wiser

now,

not caring for accusations

according to being welcomed

and forgotten in

disrespects of coming around

to somewhere I've never

been.