Deep Thoughts, Poem

Where else could I go?

Why do I long to run?

Why am I filled with anxiety?

Why do I feel fear?

I was gifted with an amazing family

School wasn’t that bad

I was never beaten

Simply belittled

I know my parents will love me no matter what

I know my sister loves me and looks up to me

Despite me being an ass

But my feet long for travel

I never feel content for long

I never feel calm

I feel anxious

And worried

And fearful

Terrified

I want to go home

But I am home

Where else could I go?

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Ren

I am somewhere between the ages of 1 and 2,050 years old, and I am a teacher. I love to write stories, mostly science fiction and fantasy, but I write a lot of true stories as well. Nonsense was my first language, English is still a struggle from time to time. If you like Harry Potter my friends have referred to me as an odd combination of Luna Lovegoood and Hermione Granger though I can surprisingly relate to Neville Longbottom as well. I am an official Slytherin but an honorary Hufflepuff and enjoy intelligent conversation. I am known to spout comments on almost any subject known to man as well as tease and play pranks especially on those I am close to. I will read anything with words and love to write. I can be childish and mischievous one second and rather mature and insightful the next. I can be silly, and I can be serious. I dabble in everything, and am an expert in nothing. As I have been told that I am an adult, I am trying to mature but growing up is hard to do.

2 thoughts on “Where else could I go?”

  1. Don’t worry. I may look up to you right now but someday I might look down. Right now I don’t have a choice. XD

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