They say we're confusing;
They can't figure us out,
Like we're a puzzle
That can't really be solved.
They say we're a mystery
With too many misleading clues,
As if we're trying
To send them in the wrong direction.
So I try to be simple,
Open book, clear as day
Honest, real, transparent,
Treat them like simple beings, and be one too.
Yet there's always
That exception to the rule,
Nine days simple
One day complicated.
Like the backs turned
Except Friday,
Then look me
In the eye,
Like the feeling
Of being a wall,
Till they seem to look right through you
Like you're invisible.
Like you're still there
When you thought
The tide had left hours ago
But feel it coming up again.
Like a black cat
Nothing means anything
Till you make it something
Or they do.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
