This is actually causing me pain to write this. For those of you who didn’t know me back then (most of you), I was a pretty sensitive little kid. Read lots of sad stories, crushed on the popular boys, sat in the corner reading…you get the picture. Eighth grade was a pretty tough year for me as it seemed I was at the peak of my awkwardness.

The poem is entitled “Reflection”…ahem. Goodness only knows what I was reflecting on here. This is a glimpse into the mind of the young poet. Be gentle.

REFLECTION

I look at you
and see myself
so perfectly.

You are my goodness,
my will,
my hope.

When I look at you
I see everything
that I want to be.

Elizabeth Michelle Johnson
Age: 14