Nerdfighters Gazette

Have you ever felt like the one who knew you most,

Could never tell what was on your mind?

That someone who could understand your every thought,

Must be impossible to find?

I feel that dreadful feeling every morning, every evening,

Of every single monotonous day.

Though I push back the loneliness every minute I’m awake,

I’m never able to push it away.

So tell me that you’ll always love and cherish me,

Or tell me that you’re my friend.

And I’ll know your words are only half the truth,

Because this loneliness still won’t end.

Once again, I wake up at 7:00 a.m.

I’m not late to school, even though it starts at 7:30.

I work silently in first period, with only a few sentences exchanged with my two friends.

Second period Geometry is boring. I read most of the time.

Third period is a joke, and so are the people I’m forced to sit by.

Nothing new is learned in fourth period. I am seated in a group with the girls who talk about me behind my back.

Lunch is full of reminders that people hate me, as we play card games at the table.

Band is fifth period, and I sit quietly unnoticed.

Few people talk to me in gym sixth period, and most of those meanly. Even though I know a lot of the people in my class.

Seventh is a contest between my friend and I to get the best grade.

I stay after school for whichever sport or activity I am currently involved in. Who knows which one?

My mother picks me up sometime from 4:00 to 7:00, depending on the activity.

We get home and walk inside. I go to my room.

I cry, mostly out of loneliness. And it’s just another ordinary day for me.

A slow and steady pace,
Up the tallest hill;
Anticipation climbing, too.
Feeling confident in my choices,
And what I plan to do.

Then, I reach the top.
See the lights stretching far;
My future ahead of me.
Determined to reach my goals,
All the lights that I can see.

Suddenly I fall,
My stomach doing flips;
My future suddenly unclear.
I cannot see how those goals,
Could ever have seemed so near.

Before I know it,
I’ve reached the end worse off;
Because of what I’ve felt.
Once again unhappy with the things,
The life, that I’ve been dealt.