Teacher said,
Go home and write
A page tonight
And let that page come out of you
Then, it will be true.

Forget that.
I'm not going
To try again to explain who I am.
It just
Doesn't work.
Instead,
Let me try
To convey to you
Just why.
Maybe then
You will begin to understand.

Patrick was just the beginning.

You can't forget a thing like
Patrick.
You don't forget what
Patrick did to you.

You don't forget being literally
Run over,
You were so invisible.
You don't forget the far end of the bench
Or the place
By the tetherball
People always knew
Was yours.

You don't forget the mockery
And the tears,
The cruel words that made you
Bow your head
As you walked

through the years.

But some day, you keep in the
Back of your mind,
That some day
The tears will grow,
(like you)
Into an ocean, and
The ocean
Will swallow up what
Patrick
Did to you.

This is my theme for English 8.