You know how people go on journeys to find themselves? What happens when you are further from yourself after the journey than when you took the first step?
I wrote this about being an only child, and trying to understand myself better. It had potential to be really good... but I think I screwed it up. 2-7-04
Oye. This was the only one I ever cried while writing it and reading to my mom. It was during the same time as "Bad Apple" (Check my other poems) as far as I can remember. It's funny...my boy friend and I have been off and on so many times, and my friends just roll their eyes, but each time we get back together, we're just as happy as before.
