Writing a bit of poetry in my teens, I also went through a period where I thought repetition was important. This is one of those from 2006, please excuse the cringe. As most of my poetry back then, it’s based on conflict with the parents, because, you know, teenager stuff.
I want to
By Loes Keimes
I want to
write,
to write something
so people would remember be.
‘Cause if people won’t
who will?
They won’t.
They might say they will,
but they won’t.
I want to
have,
to have someone
to love me.
‘Cause if he doesn’t,
who does?
They don’t.
They might say they do,
but they don’t.
I want to
know,
to know everything
about myself.
‘Cause if I won’t,
who will?
They won’t.
They might say they will,
but they won’t.
I want to
own,
to own myself.
‘Cause if I don’t,
who does?
They don’t.
They might say they do,
but they don’t.
Wow, this is not something I’m proud of. Such teenage angst. Something went wrong, so that must mean my parents don’t love me. In fact, I’m 100% sure they do. But you know, teenage anxiety and frustration and anger (and probably hormones). Wow, glad I don’t feel like this anymore!
Happy reading,
Loes M.