Order.

That was all. I

was just another face

In a group

Like thousands of others

Of the same age.

 

Book reports,

Science labs,

Homework,

Music,

Projects,

I was like the rest,

Expected to keep on par with it all.

Always.

 

Like any other person my age,

Conformity was the only way.

The only life

Any of us really knew.

 

We were classmates

That grew up in a bubble

Where we were all supposed to be

Just like everyone else.

 

And at first I thought that was okay.

Why go out of your way

To make a huge change?

What was so good

About being different?

 

It made me wonder…

 

The more I wondered,

The more I felt that

Something wasn’t there.

There was something missing.

And it struck me

Like a blow to the face.

What I was missing

Was my personal life.

 

No one was expected to have one,

Because,

After all,

We were all and the same.

 

Every single,

Last one of us.

But not me.

 

That wasn’t the life I wanted.

To be just another robot,

In a group,

All conforming in.

 

But I was stuck.

I didn’t know how to

Take all the feelings

Deep inside

And let them out.

How was I to do such a thing

That had never been attempted before?

 

Not by me,

Not by any other peer

Or classmate I knew.

 

But those emotions

Bottled inside for so long

Came pouring out

Onto a piece of paper

Without me realizing it.

 

It stunned me that

Something simple,

Was so unbelievably powerful.

 

All my emotions

Hidden under my skin for so long

Had come forth

In a way I’d never known.

 

Poetry…

That was it.

It was my much-needed savior.

I needed it to make me complete,

To differentiate me from my peers.

 

Poetry was my missing piece,

And I had finally found it.