I am my father's son,
Or I was anyway before I started tenth grade.
The day I found out I just wanted run,
None of my friends could understand how heavy everything weighed.
The first day of class everone was energetic and brisk.
Not me, I was sitting by myself at the back.
Until a beautiful girl took a risk,
She sat down beside me and put down her pack.
At that moment everything still felt grey,
She turned to me and said I'm sorry about your dad.
I felt like crying so I just looked the other way,
Until she got in front of me and told me not to be sad.
I walked out of class and wanted to leave,
I sat outside and thought about what she saw.
She was trying to help, but I just needed to grieve,
I suddenly realized that isn't such a bad flaw.
Later that night I thought about what to say,
I decided to give her a poem the next day.