Adolescent
College drawing nearer
And high school almost over.
Pressure from parents,
teachers,
friends,
And self. . .
Stress from perfection,
Something I strive for
But will never gain,
achieve,
feel,
or hold. . .
A low self-esteem
But a high intelligence.
Not knowing boyfriends,
parties,
sports,
or popularity. . .
Turning inward
And shunning emotions
For they weaken,
betray,
hurt,
And lie. . .
I seek friends and company
That don't judge me
In books,
music,
poetry,
And Ella. . .
But now I've found one
Who makes me smile.
A boy who is a friend,
brother,
comfort,
And love. . .
ã1998 Janelle K. Vargas