ADOLESCENCE (A Sad Story)
Author: unknown
He always wanted to explain things
But no one cared.
So he drew.
Sometimes he would draw
and it wasn't anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone
or write it in the sky,
and it would be only him and the sky and
the things inside him that needed saying.
It was after that that he drew the picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
He kept it hidden under his pillow
and would let no one see it.
He would look at it every night
and think about it.
When it was dark and his eyes were closed,
he could still see it.
When he started school,
he brought it with him,
not to show anyone,
just to have it along like a friend.
It was funny about school.
He sat at a square, brown desk,
like all the other square, brown desks.
He thought it should be red.
And his room was a square, brown room,
like all the other rooms.
It was tight and close and stiff.
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk,
his arms stiff, his feet flat on the floor.
Stiff,
the teacher watching and waiting.
The teacher came and spoke to him.
She told him to wear a tie
like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them.
She said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
He drew all yellow.
It was the way he felt about morning,
and it was beautiful.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
"What's this?" she said, "Why don't you
draw something like Ken's drawing?
Isn't that beautiful?"
After that, his mother bought him a tie,
and he always drew airplanes and rocketships
like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay alone looking at the sky,
it was big and blue and all of everything,
but he wasn't anymore.
He was square inside and brown,
and his hands were stiff.
he was like everyone else.
The things that needed saying
didn't need it anymore.
It had stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff,
Like everything else.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
written by a sixteen year old before committing suicide
Comments (2)
the life within children
is destroyed
a poignant
sharing socrates,
'The things that needed saying...'
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This story points to the need for those who deal with such adolescents to be more tactful in their approach.