This poem is called a collage poem, and that's because there's a particular structure to it (and yes, i know that it doesn't have much of a rythym to it.) It's just sort of a flurry of thoughts, not what I would consider to be real poetry, but we were forced to do this for school, so I had no choice.) Here goes:
I am leading a pleasant life.
I am watching leaves on the trees outside flutter in the breeze.
I used to think that the world was perfect.
And now, at 14
I have lived in two countries and observed the world with a critical view.
I had pale skin and blue eyes when I was a baby.
I had an operation for appendicitis.
I don’t know why people murder.
I don’t know why we can’t live forever.
I know that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
I love reading and writing.
I love family and friends.
I love the memories I have from San Diego, where I was born.
I used to have a dislike for clothes shopping.
I used to have a Eucalyptus tree in my backyard.
I’ve lost much of my American accent.
I’ve lost most of the sanity I used to have.
I’m looking for a potential career.
I’m looking for proof that our world is not the only one in the universe.
