20. Drowning in the Shallow End

Oh my, this poem brings back memories. I had this huge crush on a guy in my class but I was way too shy to talk to him and I KNEW he didn't like me. In the end, we did end up talking and we did go out...for a while. Meh, don't all good things come to an end? They couldn't have started off well if feelings of drowning in 2 cm water were involved...Haha...

November 27, 2008- Olga Taratuta

There I am sitting, still as a rock
Refusing to listen, restraining from talk

Three million thoughts fizzing at once
All in my brain, feeling so dunce

Volcano of ridicule, biding to boom
Will eventually end internal battle of doom

If only, if only, those thoughts so blue
If only, if only, they were not so true

If only the sky was a crimson red
And the snow was scorching and hot instead

If only the wild geese fluttered North this year
Then maybe, just maybe, adios to my fear

Hopeless, is the first word that comes to my mind
Ironic and bashful trail closely behind

Mortification, distress, total disgrace
A dilemma of the human race

I'm drowning in water two centimetres deep
Head is exploding, losing some sleep

How long will this go on for? I'm going insane!
Do I follow my heart, or praise my dumb brain...

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