MYSELF BY JASEN SOUSA

MYSELF


My friends have left me to die out in the desert
with no drink and no food.
Days of thirst, hurt,
my heart is in a bad mood.

I try to be nice,
but come out empty in the end,
impossible to meet new homies
when you have been crossed by your best friend.

I have come to depend
strictly on my own shoulders,
they are always around when I need to rest my head.

No size bandage
can cover up my hurt,
If I was going to leave this earth
I wonder what person I would alert?

I will keep searching,
maybe there is just nothing out there for me to find.
The consequences of being born
with a unique mind.




Life, Weather

by
Jasen Sousa
First Collection of Poems Written at Age 17
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Life, Weather 10-Year Anniversary Printing