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This is a poem a friend wrote. just wondering what you guys think

I know what I want but get told to wait and
it isn't easy you know.
You think I should do what you want because of respect?
Sometimes I feel like I just want to go

home is where I belong, yet it makes me feel,
it makes me feel,
it makes me feel

lost is where I don't want to be.
I get confused, cofuddled,
get told to wait until after christmas,
until

February of next year is valentines.
hopefully by feb i'll know.
I think I know now, yet is it the emotions that
get in the way of my true

feelings is the thing I am trying to discover.
the true ones of what I feel.
I don't know about her, or she, or

yeah its confusing, and mistakes were made
but there are reasons behind everything
including others, of which there was no control
and i know that she yelled at the

parents do get in the way, even though
they have the best interests and all that s***.
that is the waiting till at least next year,
and go and have some

fun is what I do want to have, and
how can that be if you dont no what
decision to make?
Each one that is made is always

wrong is the opposite of right
and does that mean that i am the opposite
of you? I guess that a different one will be
made and there is a different answer each

time is of the essence. I guess I
have to go.
get it finished, make my choice
and finally hear, from the inside
my one, true, voice...

My favourite poem begins:

There was a young vampire called Mable

But I'd probably be kicked off the board if I went on...

Pete

pcwells wrote:My favourite poem begins:

There was a young vampire called Mable

But I'd probably be kicked off the board if I went on...

Pete

I know I've heard this 1 - but I can't quite remember how it goes.

I think it involves a spoon and the time of the month when the decorators are in (ok, I think I've said more than enough now )

moonbeam wrote:I know I've heard this 1 - but I can't quite remember how it goes.

I think it involves a spoon and the time of the month when the decorators are in (ok, I think I've said more than enough now )

That's the one.

How could you forget the delicate subtleties of such a classic?!

All spelling and grammatical errors aside, the structure of the poem is chaotic.

I don't really see the point of commenting on the subject matter. To me, the poem means absolutely nothing. It obviously holds meaning for the author, and it may reach other people on some level. It's all subjective.

May I ask the age of the author?

he was my age - 17