Cold

3/18/10

By Carly Floyd

Spring is here

Walking home

Only weeks left in school.

Trees sway.

Sun shines.

God smiles upon the earth.

But I,

I am hurt.

And I promised myself

I wouldn't cry until I got home.

Away from all these people.

Usually

This weather fills me with joy

But I can only remember

All the things that were said.

The comments people made.

Like I couldn't hear.

Like it didn't even matter.

As the wind plays with my hair

And warmth fills me

I want to scream.

I don't want to cheer up!
I can't forget what happened,

Just because the birds sing.

Just because I hear children laughing in the park.

Even though the sun beats down on me,

It doesn't touch me.

Inside, I am cold.