My Turn
Why is it so, that I seem to be able
to attract people to me
so easily.  I often think that
We are friends, when actually, they 
despise me so---to tell others
how they really feel---stabbing
Me in the back!
You would swear I would be dead
By Now, if it weren’t for their artificail
blows against my self-esteem 
There was a time when I thought death
would cheat them all of the future
tortures they had planned for me.    
To accept or reject!
I thought every thought on how it would be 
done.....the death of my life, 
the beginning of the end.

But then a new thought entered my 
brain...if I die, then they win 
How could I let those despicable
Evil invalids of immaturity win!  Win over 
my life.  To let them treat me as 
they had....so very, very bad.

I had decided not to let them win!  To treat 
them as they treat me....
I shall try it out and see what happens.
Behold!  They are less to abuse me so.....
many are becoming friends with 
me once again.  Now it is my turn...
to turn the tables and watch 
and see
who is really in charge of me.


 
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Rowan M. Luis

 rowanluis@earthlink.net 
Williamsdale, Ohio
U.S.A.