Hey so this is an extra credit assignment for English. It's loosely based off of Perks of Being a Wallflower. If you have read the book I tried to make the poems resemble a character's thoughts or part in the story. If you haven't read it, the poems have no specifics so I hope you can still enjoy them. For those of you reading my story, Ripple Effect, I will update it soon. I've just been really busy lately. So thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. :)
Charlie
If the sadness is only inside my
head,
then why do I feel tears in my
eyes?
Why does it hurt so much to rub my
face?
Why does fighting past the crowds pain my
arms?
If I am going crazy then why do my
legs
hurt when I run away from everything and my
hands
sting when I take on the masses?
My mind,
is supposed to ignore all the problems everyday
right?
So why is it that
my body
keeps acknowledging their existence?
Sam
I'm so tired,
tired of the people,
people who think they don't matter,
matter is what makes up us all,
all of us can mean something so why,
why is one person better than another?
Another sigh, another mistake,
mistakes are all he thinks,
thinks he makes.
Make him see how he really,
really is important, how do I do that?
That boy has done so much for me,
me with the messed up past,
past that is now behind me, but won't go away.
Away I must make his thoughts,
thoughts of unimportance go.
Go they must because he matters,
matter makes up us all.
All of us have to see our own abilities,
abilities that truly
matter.
Patrick
I've always been
different.
And I wish other people
weren't afraid of not being the
same.
Sure being the weird one
isn't fun all the time.
But being an individual
now that's all
anyone should want.
Go ahead and laugh
deny who you are
lie about who you want to be.
In the end I'll be laughing
because I'm truly me.
Candice
As she walked through a beautiful, magical garden,
where the only bad thing there was it's creator,
she saw her prince of in the distance trying to get through to her.
This prince wasn't kissable; no he was like a brother.
He wore modest clothing and spoke with a modest tongue,
and looked out of place against the aesthetic of nature.
The towering trees with white bark and ivory and red leaves,
the graceful flowers with snow white petals flowing in the wind.
Everything outshined him so perhaps that's why she ignored him
and his subtle words of help and wisdom and the way to peace.
The majesty of the place could be why she stayed with it's creator.
He was likeable,but evil and remarkable, but sinister.
He did not seem harmful in fact many mocked him for his weakness.
But anyone who could create such a garden, a place with such allure,
was very powerful indeed and could shadow the truth
in gorgeous, appealing lies.
Alice
So much depends
upon
A pair of blue
jeans
Wrapped up in a
box
Beside the new
wallflower.
Brad
No I don't have any excuses
I just need them to give me acceptance
I wish you could see that inside I'm a wreck
I didn't want my friends or me to hurt you
The thing is someone else controls me
That person hates different and demands normality
I apologize for not being able to say sorry
Mary Elizabeth
In love/ feeling hate
Want to stay/ need to go away
Perfect for me/ horrible for myself
He's just different/ no he meant it
Showed me a happy heaven/ a dangerous hell
A great fit with her/ but what about me?
I'm innocent right?/ should have seen it coming
Return to myself/ who should I be?