The lights shine,
The crowd cheers.
Waiting.
I walk to the front of the stage
And take a deep breath
And sing the notes
I know so well.
Waiting.
The sets change,
The crowd waits,
The stage lights up.
I am loved.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
