Monday, January 15, 2007

I wrote this?!

So I looking through a box of my crap and found one of my old notebooks from high school. It's a notebook where I wrote poems and random thoughts. I started looking though it and found a poem I had written freshman year of high school. I remember it was for an assignment to write a sonnet and I also remember the teacher talking to me after she read it to see if anything was wrong. So here goes:

Secrets of the Night

How do I tell thee of the past untold?
The life in the past which you've never known.
Secrets that only the dead of night holds,
A time long ago where I felt alone.

The things I have done that I now regret,
The life of pain, betrail, sorrow, and hate.
Those secrets I whish that I could forget.
Morning will bring us a terrible fate.

I wish it could all stay in the dark of night.
I know that this will be painful to you,
I know that our lives will change when there is light.
The time have now come where I must be true.

I wish that this life was just a bad dream,
Then you won't know that I'm not what I seem.

Yep. I wrote that. Reading it now, I want to have a talk with my 14 year old self to turned it in. I've lived in the bubble of Orange County since I was 6 and have had a super sheltered life. Where did this depressing-ness come from?

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