Monday, January 12, 2009


and suddenly, everyone is a writer
everywhere you look someone is writing something you should have written first
and you think...damn
remember that skinny kid that wanted to be sent to her room
just so she could read and dream and write?
you had a diary by the time you were seven
when you still thought all boys were like your younger brother
and nobody was cooler than your mother.
whatever happened to that little pink book
with pink pages
and a gold padlock?
you can't even remember what it used to say
no that's a lie.
and here you are today
what do you have to show for it?
still a wannabe
clacking away on a computer
posting pieces of your mind that very few people read
putting yourself out there
but not enough to get noticed
not enough to get criticized.
that's always been your way.

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