Poems

Where do I stand?

There must be more to life

Then just sitting around and waiting

Waiting for a text message at midnight

Waiting for a secret knock on the door

Waiting for the shoe to drop

Waiting for the high of life

There must be more

Is there not?

Seems like this roller-coaster will never end

Its highs and lows

Slowing and going

While some moments are breath-taking

It pales compared to everything

The constant talk of golf is boring

Please no more sweater vest

Is it too much to ask for?

Who do you think I am?

I’m not a proper girl

Who knows the difference between two forks?

Not this girl; that is for sure  

You want me proper, but society wants me trashy

Those two are not who I am,

So where do I stand?

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