"Hello? Are you there?
You said you'd be here but do you care?
I mean, you said you do
So, it could be true
Am I just speaking into the void?
Or maybe you're there and really annoyed
I guess I'll talk and you can listen, or not
I might as well. This could be my only shot"
I take a deep breath, "I'll get through this the best I can.
It could be amazing! I could fail again
Sometimes thoughts are like a tornado inside my mind
Or a tar-like sticky blackness leaving me blind
I speak and I try. I just want you to see me
But sometimes I cross the boundary
Too little and I seem vague and out of touch
A bit more and I can be too much
Okay. Hang on. My thoughts aren't coming out clear
There's a point. It's why I'm here.
I need to say one more thing before our time ends
I'm flawed. I'm awkward. I like you. Can we be friends?"
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.
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