I hope you all enjoy this because I'm sacrificing my dignity for posterity.
My mom sent me a box yesterday of stuff she found in the attic. Among so many wonderful relics of my youth, was a large stack of writing I had done. It included short stories I wrote in elementary school and poems I wrote in high school. It's so god-awful and embarrassing - truly, there are no words.
So here's a little ditty I wrote. It's undated, but I signed it "Lealia Anne"...which puts it in early high school when I desperately wanted any name but Laura. I present to you a poem by yours truly:
Out of Place
by Lealia Anne
Out of place
Out of love
That is what I've always been.
Expressing my loves,
And my most heartfelt emotions
The way I want
Is a difficult obstacle.
Even my most intimate companions
The certain things I am thinking,
When I'm thinking them,
I truly hope with all my heart
That one day I can
Tell them all that I am feeling
And have them understand.
First, I really used "apprehend". Second, you're welcome. See how much I like all of you?
Eat, drink, and thank goodness for moms who are the caretakers of your life's history!
NOTE: That was my 7th grade photo. Would you believe I actually felt awesomely rad in that outfit?