flush the mind, the cheeks, the thoughts,

undone comparison of thine self

unfound anger against a glass wall

flickering flint calming the eyes

to hide the creeping sadness

again unfound

my dearest friend uncertainty blows in with the biting wind

watching from a window the possibilities of not yet nows

a feeling of something amiss
a slippery doubt slides inside and out








no reason for anger, a little confused.
a little uncertain, and somewhat scared
i can never express these things aloud. i wish so much i could say what i feel to those that matter. however, a backbone is not something i was born with.

02/17/2003

Posted on 02/17/2002
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