Boys my age would always have more fun
And girls my age would always try so hard
It felt, for once, I was the only one
And it was, perhaps, time to sink my guard
I borrowed clothes that clashed with all my own
I went to places I'd avoid before
I hurt the friends to be with I was prone
And everything I once loved, I'd ignore
The vulgar traits I'd ridiculed for years
Forbidding that I'd ever be like them
Now ridiculed myself, it would appear
As I became the person I'd condemn
I soon became a stranger to myself
The hero I'd admired had no soul
Regretting I'd sold conscience for their wealth
My hero now the past I can't console
A contest entry
- Become your Hero for a day....... by AnnD.
2200 points, ended November 23, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a most excell+ent entry into the contest and a very interesting take on the 'hero' angle. I really found this interesting to read.. Thankyou so much for entering and i wish you good luck.
Ann
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