A month and a half
I've been faking smiles
Accomplishing small laughs
I have a few friends
And I'm grateful for that
But the wishing and longing
Never stops, the wish to go back
I walk down the hallway
Hearing meaningless chatter
I set my books down
And sit in history
Everyone else is taking their time
Talking to their friends and stalling
I feel so lost
Until I see
A small blue paper
Stuck to the bulletin board
Underneath the ones about math competitions
And athletic clubs
A small last minute flyer
For the little known school play
I write my name up there
With a new sense of excitment
Because I may have lost my friends and my home
But maybe I can keep my stage
YOU ARE READING
Staged
PoetryThis is my first try at a poem book, a poem book with a story. Rosalie Carter writes her life through words, this is her journal. Follow her through a tale of love, hate, confusion, and finding where you belong. Finding out what is real, and what, ...