My Secret

If I were a rich man,

you would but only have to ask.

But I am poor,

you walk through me,

and will never know.

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This was either the second or third poem I wrote when I was 12 or 13. Looking back, I think, how could a kid have these kinds of emotions then. I mean, hell, I was ugly, face filled with acne and back then, I had no clue to what it was like to date a girl.