What I Have To Do
A/N: This is a poem about what Johnny left behind, and what he wanted to do before he died…You know, he was too young to die, even in a book! I'm not even as old as he was when he died yet!! I hope you enjoy this little poem, it took me quite a bit because I had the "Cliché Frustrated Poet Syndrome," and I kept scribbling out things, and casting the poor little wads of paper who were cut down in their prime behind my back! Please review nicely, but if you don't it does not matter for it is deathly cold today, flames keep me toasty!! Marshmallows….
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders and I feel sad….--
There are so many things I have to do
There are so many things I've left behind
Nobody wants to cry, but there is a tear behind every eye
And no matter what I do, I can't help me
The town, the squalid, dangerous cave full of distrustful wolves
In a pack snarling at eachother.
That can't really be what life is like?
If it is I want to die…
But whether I like it or not
I can't hold back,
I was born ar the wrong time
Too soon
Too late
Maybe I shouldn't have been born
And there really is a lot of blood in people
Flashing crimson and teasing me when I
Dropped my knife in the dark
Is anyone afraid of the dark?
And how do you find your way home?