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I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


27. Teen

Don’t worry; I’m not going to mug you.
No, I’ve no intention of murder either,
I’m not even going to swear.
What is in my pocket is a Nokia not a flick knife
Not even a cigarette lighter.
No, I don’t smoke,
Or drink.
I’m not actually an academic failure.
I’m not actually violent.
I haven’t got plans to attack you.
Or evict you from the bus you like to claim as ‘yours’.
No, I’m not reckless, or moody, or out-of-control.
I’m not setting a bad example.
I’m not ruining this country’s future.
So please, now I’ve quieted your fears,
Perhaps you could at least have the grace
To return my smile
With an apology,
If possible.


This isn't actually intended as a beautiful/masterpiece poem and I'm aware that it is so lacking in quality that it barely qualifies as a poem... I just wanted to get it off my chest - a little unspoken soliloquy.

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