Free

... This poem is too damn happy. o_O

I feel free.
Like a burdens been lifted off of me.
<i>Isn't that how it should be?
Seventeen and carefree?</i>

This is a very odd feeling, you know.
Especially when all of your friends are letting you go.
I met them, it seems, so long ago.
I don't want to lose them, I just want them to know.

Why bother, I can't keep them here.
No matter what I say, none of them will come near.
I don't know anything, so, my words, they don't even hear.
No matter, for them, I'll always be here.

I am happy, as anyone can see.
Maybe not <i>happy</i>, but contented as can be.

Reviews

[Theresa]

This is a great piece. It reminds me of when I was seventeen and my friends and I all started to shift in different directions, growing into ourselves and apart from eachother.
"Why bother, I can't keep them here.
No matter what I say, none of them will come near."
I like this verse, It's sad, but nonetheless a reality. In the end the ones that are there now will always be there and that is all that matters.

Thanks for sharing.