They Are Too, et al

They Are Too

Reaching,
for life.
Anyone,
willing to listen.
To talk.
To be.
But I remain.
Alone,
but for
my shadow.
My thoughts.
Not even the phonies
come near me.
They are too
caught up
in their own
superficial worlds
where the words
that come
tumbling
out of their mouths
glint in
the false light.
Not even
the words
of guile
and insolence,
come near me now.
They stay
away,
repelled,
by the reality
that hangs
about my shoulders.
More weight
to bear.
I sit shrouded
by the misconceptions.
Meanwhile,
I’m just so
damn
lonesome.
You see.

double face

the clicking
of computer keys
is what passes
for speaking
these days.
we live,
in hiding
behind our screen names
and comments
and emails.
never showing
our true voice.
we are transformed
from shy and polite
to loud and abrasive.
on the internet
we can not be people
but instead
we are veiled
by technology,
programmed
to follow the crowd
abandoning
all hopes
of humanity.
Even though
we feel like
hiding
from the world
at our doorstep.
We must
face
reality
and step
into the light.

Sticks and Stones

people tell me
sticks and stones
may break
my bones
but names
will never hurt me.
they lie.
bones can heal
with time
yet words
leave foot prints
in your head
like a scar.
if the children threw
stones
instead
of words
than maybe
I would be okay.
but as of now
they grasp
the letters
in their suffocating grip
and fling them at me.
I stand
in the midst
of the hurt
raining down on my head.
who knows
why children tease
and torment as they do
maybe they are
scared
and merely
wearing a mask
of strength.
but I
can see
through their falseness
to the heart
where we
are one
and the same.

Altana Elings-Haynie
Age 14, Grade 8
Manhattan Country School
Gold Key

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