I Am Poem.

In Mr. Roaches Honors English class today, after jotting down (as he likes to call it) some Eponym notes, he told us to write a 'quick' I Am poem. He gave us the format and, it actually was pretty quick. I mean, he gave us like just a couple minutes to actually write the poem. Mine, ended up, weird. Sucking. And pretty predictable. I called, I Am. Witty right?

I Am.

I am trying to find a door to another world.

I wonder when I will find it.

I hear the nagging voices surrounding me.

I see the handle in my view.

I want to reach it someday.

I am trying to find a door to another world.

I pretend I am elegant and held together.

I feel trapped and expiring.

I touch the surface of falling.

I worry it will break.

I cry out for help, but can't unearth any.

I feel lost and misunderstood.

I am trying to find a door to another world.

I say that I will find it.

I dream that I will.

I try to imagine what it will be like.

I hope it will show itself to me.

I am trying to find a door to another world.

I know right? Not the best thing ever. And I knew this while I was writing it. Like I would put down a word, thinking, wow this really sucks, and then went on with it. I mean, what is this shit about falling? ... through what?

I noticed the clock edging closer and closer to the end of the class, he wanted everyone to read their poem. I was in the middle of the room, I could make it. I knew I could. we went along, everyone reading. He got to me, and I finished the last 'world' and the bell rang. Honestly. An extra 30 seconds and I wouldn't have had to read mine out loud to the class. Carma or whatever I guess.

So, I was in my Spanish class, sitting in my new seat at the only table in the entire class without one boy, thinking about my little poem. I thought of quite a few things that I should have and definitely could have said instead. Ironically, I still named it: I Am.

I Am.

I am Amelia Pullman.

'I wonder' is the song that I love to sing in the shower.

I hear only the things that I want to hear. Usually.

I see more with contacts in than glasses.

I want pretty much everything.

I am Amelia Pullman.

I pretend I am perfect, when I know that I am not.

I feel my socks and they are bothering me.

I touch a lot of air. My arms are always waving about.

I worry constantly and about everything.

I cry, yes I do.

I feel like there is too much feeling.

I am Amelia Pullman.

I say. More like talk everyones ears off.

I dream more than I actually carry out.

I try my very hardest. Most of the time.

I hope that I will be happy. Just content. Satisfied. Happy.

I am Amelia Pullman.

Now I just wish that I had an extra 30 seconds in Honors English again.