ache

Inside I ache, I do not know what I ache for, all I know is that I am empty inside. It is an emptiness that I force myself to hide. I ache for understanding, caring, patience, and love. I crave a shoulder to cry on, a rock to support me, a pillar to hold me up. A lifeline to keep me going. Someone to hold me, to wipe my tears, to comfort my fears, someone who can make me laugh when I cry, who will let me try, someone who will remain by my side, someone who will not let me hide my self away, who sticks with me day by day.

Someone who will take me to new heights, who will help me win my fights. Someone who can keep me out of trouble and be there on the double when they are needed. Someone who loves me for me, no matter how I am; thick, thin, happy, sad, elated, mad, moody, disgruntled, complicated, materialistic, closeted, shielded. Someone who will accept me as I am, and not change me for any reason. Someone who enjoys being in my company, someone who can keep me entertained, and someone I genuinely want to be around. Someone who is my equal: physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and psychologically. Someone for me.

cliques

who you hang with,
how you dress,
what you do in
high school
determines
who you are,
which clique
you're in, how
high school will
go for you

if you're smart
you are a nerd
if you're an athlete
you are a jock
super pretty, perky,preppy
shoe in for a cheerleader
always wear black, creative,
misunderstood, little creepy
drop in for a punk/goth

in high school
everyone is given
a label, a name,
a place, a sterotype

boundaries are placed,
lines are drawn
rarely do cliques mix
and if they do
it is a slight miracle