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. . .