The Blank Page — Write Back

A caterpillar. Small and unnoticed.

Unheard of or seen as grotesque.

Trying to fit in a world of large people

Who don’t see him at all

Ideas disrespected

What about my perspective

My voice was resting

Looked at as a pest

Trapped in a cocoon

Not allowed to fly, let alone shoot for the moon

Unable to escape

A creature hidden away

My ideology was changing

I was creating a new range of thoughts

Anger and hatred

Not fitting in and tired of waiting

This was my story so far

The pages were crammed with

Things I did to be more popular

Wish I could be like the others

They talked so effortlessly and let nothing hurt them

They were good at sports and

Practically everything

They had people

After losing my confidence

I had to build it back up

Joined a club to help with

The rebuild

I talked more and had a few people

I played with and talked to but there were others more lethal

Beings lurking trying to hurt me

I paid less attention, they weren’t worth it

Told to leave told good luck

I said good riddance to the school

Most of my time there was good

But one incident changed it all

Holiday Break

New school, new me

New sheets to write a new story

Blank pages with guidelines and rules

Filled with words using one simple tool

Allowed to speak my mind

And what I say would be heard

I’m able to converse

New people, new things to learn

Knowing the difference between real and fake

Having actual friends and I’m actually awake

New places call for new mistakes

Picking myself back up, no longer called a snowflake

Realised that I didn’t need to be like anyone else

I didn’t figure it out alone of course, I needed help

A simple change in place

Got me out of my shell

Notepads, loose pages I’ve finished so many of them

Lyrics, Poems, Stories writing over and over again

Imagination able to soar I can go wild with the pen

I don’t know how I lived without all of this back then.