This poem is about me. As far as I remember, this is all 100% true (except for the morbidly, untrue ending).
All by My Lonesome Self
I was always alone,
All throughout Elementary School.
I would sit in my swing,
singing to myself.
Sometimes by choice, sometimes because I had no choice,
I sat and sang on that lonesome swing all by my lonesome self.
I would sing and think of flying high with the birds, and the planes, and the clouds.
Until the bell rang for me to go inside, I was by my lonesome self.
Even in latter years,
I was in the background,
never really noticed much.
I would start to say something important,
but I was cut off by my friends.*
I would be angered, but that subsided.
Soon I was only annoyed.
I would remind them to try
not to cut me off,
but, of course, they forgot.
Out of politeness,
and because no one would hear,
I would remain silent.
Eventually I'd drift
away from my friends
to my lonesome swing,
all by my lonesome self.
Don't feel pity,
don't apologize.
Just remember to let me speak.
Maybe if you do, I'll stay by you
instead of that lonesome swing.
But that is unlikely,
so here I'll reside.
on my lonesome swing.
I'll sing of flying,
and swing all day.
All by my lonesome self...**
*Funny story. In fact, I found it hilarious that every time I would say something, someone would always interrupt me. I then learned the craft of being annoying and yelling.
**Morbidly untrue, but a suitable ending:
I'll sing of flying,
and think of dying.
All by my lonesome self...
By the way, I have never thought of suicide, so don't worry! I did think of Death on that swing, though.... but that is a story for another time.
All throughout Elementary School.
I would sit in my swing,
singing to myself.
Sometimes by choice, sometimes because I had no choice,
I sat and sang on that lonesome swing all by my lonesome self.
I would sing and think of flying high with the birds, and the planes, and the clouds.
Until the bell rang for me to go inside, I was by my lonesome self.
Even in latter years,
I was in the background,
never really noticed much.
I would start to say something important,
but I was cut off by my friends.*
I would be angered, but that subsided.
Soon I was only annoyed.
I would remind them to try
not to cut me off,
but, of course, they forgot.
Out of politeness,
and because no one would hear,
I would remain silent.
Eventually I'd drift
away from my friends
to my lonesome swing,
all by my lonesome self.
Don't feel pity,
don't apologize.
Just remember to let me speak.
Maybe if you do, I'll stay by you
instead of that lonesome swing.
But that is unlikely,
so here I'll reside.
on my lonesome swing.
I'll sing of flying,
and swing all day.
All by my lonesome self...**
*Funny story. In fact, I found it hilarious that every time I would say something, someone would always interrupt me. I then learned the craft of being annoying and yelling.
**Morbidly untrue, but a suitable ending:
I'll sing of flying,
and think of dying.
All by my lonesome self...
By the way, I have never thought of suicide, so don't worry! I did think of Death on that swing, though.... but that is a story for another time.
6/17/12