Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but the poem is all mine.

Summary: Teenager Angela Montenegro feels slightly depressed and writes a poem. Oneshot.

Author's Note: This poem came out of me and I wanted to share it. Thanks to Queen Isabella, who checked my grammar :) Review please!


Angela Montenegro sighed and wiped a tear away from her face. Crying was weak, she tried to convinced herself. She was 16 now, and not a baby anymore. She kept thinking about two years ago, when.. No, she mustn't look back. It's the past. She has to let it go. But how?

She tore off the previous page of her sketchbook, and threw it away. She had drawn two arms, coming up to each other, the hands together around a silver light. She had drawn it before, but now it described her feelings more then ever. It was about finding the light, being able to touch it.

She placed her fingers against her temple. She was feeling tired, had a headache, and there were so many thoughts swirling around in her head. She grabbed her pencil and began to write.

Here it is
Here I am
Back from the start
Back at the beginning

Two years passed by
Everything happened
Though nothing changed
Life's like a roller coaster
You go up
You go down
And at the end
You're at the same place

I'm stuck in a pool
Filled with feelings
I feel like drowning
I can't breath anymore

Can you keep life steady
Or don't you have any grip at all
How much time do you have
To turn your life upside down

You try to wake up
But every time you fall asleep
There are multiple ways
To stay awake for quite a while
But is it the right decision
Or should you let go of it all

You just want to hide
And never be found
But then you begin to wonder
If somebody went looking for you

Here it is
Here I am
Back from the start
Back at the beginning

Angela sighed again, and wrote the usual words under a fresh poem; '©Angie, 22feb.'


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