Inside Me

This poem “Inside Me” was written in May 1988

Mrs. Ney’s creative communications class

 

 

Deep inside me,

I feel an oncoming scream of frustration.

Bottled inside me,

Deep feelings for one who doesn’t know I care.

Sighing inside me,

Every time I pass him in the hall.

Crying inside me,

Knowing I could never tell him I care.

Dying inside me,

Knowing I’ll never have him.

-Pattie Crider

Comments

  1. Michelle Motter says:

    Darn – based on the title, I was expecting porn! 😉

    I saw Mrs. Ney recently, and other than not having 80’s hair any more, she looks exactly the same!

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