Oh, hello, poetry. I haven’t seen you in a while, have I? I’m getting a bit rusty.
I was almost tempted to write ‘I am not even Leo Valdez,’ but then I decided against it. Not everyone likes some Percy Jackson with their poetry. (God, that was some bad alliteration.)
This isn’t the best poem that I’ve written in recent times, but it helped me to get some feelings out. Better for me than for you, I think.
A Wish, Crumpled Up and Thrown Into the Bin
I am the third wheel when there is
I am the one who walks two steps ahead of the twins on a tricycle.
I am the shoes that try desperately to fall into step,
I am the one who prefers to talk to imaginary people,
I am the one who tiptoes around the dragon and tries not to wake it.
And I am not ever allowed to be that dragon,
not even for a moment.
I am the one who finds salvation in secrets
and wonder in words.
I am the one who lies to herself
her nose builds a ladder to the moon and
her tongue is twisted into a thousand knots.
I wish were not that person.
I wish I were someone else.
Sometimes, I wish I were no one at all.