Discovered
What if all I am is just a question
Something people come across and ponder
Too easily the answer is found
As if my skin becomes translucent
It reveals me as I always was
To any eyes left watching
In a moment they all turn away
I am discovered to be something else
Something less than what I was in costume
Suddenly I’m empty—all my heartbeat
Drains away—so that I am left alone
I am gone—lost and reeling—exposed
I don’t recognize her anymore
And yet it is me—I am still attached
I am but the shadow at her feet
I guess I'm just a little freaked out about tomorrow. I have to pick classes then, and meet all those people of my next four years.
Something people come across and ponder
Too easily the answer is found
As if my skin becomes translucent
It reveals me as I always was
To any eyes left watching
In a moment they all turn away
I am discovered to be something else
Something less than what I was in costume
Suddenly I’m empty—all my heartbeat
Drains away—so that I am left alone
I am gone—lost and reeling—exposed
I don’t recognize her anymore
And yet it is me—I am still attached
I am but the shadow at her feet
I guess I'm just a little freaked out about tomorrow. I have to pick classes then, and meet all those people of my next four years.
posted by Integrity at 12:18 AM
1 Comments:
Dont be scared, there are a ton of people going to sf and you wont meet THAT many (comparatively) at your orientation. Plus, you can always switch your classes around if you dont like them.
Good poem, why are you so good at this?
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