Blur – Poem


By Ashley O’Hare

When I was twelve I wasn’t unhappy-

My life was actually quite fine;

And if I hadn’t dragged myself to school that day,

Maybe I could have kept my foot in line.

If I hadn’t met that girl in class

Sitting in the back of history

I could have saved myself a world of hurt

Because, to me, her problems would remain a mystery.

Instead I ended up “the jerk”

Because some boy “chose me over her”

A drama that started before my time

And left my peace in the rearview mirror; a blur.

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