-16-

Selfish.
Stubborn.
Sixteen.
He walked his high school halls,
blue lockers, white walls.
A mediocre basketball star,
he made up jokes
to cover the scars.
Abusing bottles and pills
seeking cheap thrills.
Metaphorically speaking
his blood was leaking
from internal bleeding
needing someone to care,
to see,
to comfort.
But no one noticed.
So he kept on strolling.
Floating like a ghost,
slow motion moving,
while others ran to class
in fast forward past him.

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3/10

-Nocturnal-

I'm a stalker,
a night walker.
Strolling the city streets
while most folks
sleep between the sheets.
I roam the empty roads
and I know
I'm so alone.
The midnight moon cackles
as I make my way home.
I kick a small stone,
still feeling so alone.

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3/10