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September 1, 1996
8:00 AM
I am

This is the first poem I have written in English, in Ms. Barthel's ninth-grade English class.

I am a strange person who likes to be alone
I wonder sometimes, what is the purpose of man
I hear the sound of the thoughts about life and death
I see someone in the sky, someone both powerful and weak
I want to be there too, up up in the sky...with him
I am a very strange person who likes to be alone

I pretend to be "standard"
I feel that my soul will live longer than my body
I touch the future
I worry that man is mortal
I cry, because I will be there too...death

I understand that what is supposed to happen will happen
I say, "Grab it while you still can"
I dream that every wish will come...true
I try to make a small piece of the world better
I hope...I don't really know what I want to hope for
I am a very strange person who likes to be alone