this strikes a chord with me. i interpret this as the inner "true" self hiding behind a more likable and popular portrayal of ones outward self. i dealt with something like this in high school where i was a very visible athlete so i was expected to act like one and i did. I slacked off, i told jokes, everyone liked me but they did even know who i was really . i won't outright deny that outgoing slacker jock side of myself but I'm really just a big geek who loves to play RPGs and write poetry. haha i had a rough time struggling with the fact that no one really knew me and this poem portrays how i felt during that senior summer when i cam e to that realization. well done, for so few words to inspire such long winded nostalgia from a reader is quite a feat. this is a truly delightful little poem.

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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~

This is very well done and well constructed. Gorgeous and very touching imagery. I like this.

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_{Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see}

Beautifully written - so much in so few words. Excellent!

thank you. really, i have no idea how it is meant to be interpreted, so i'm glad you found a way to. yeah, i can see how this would relate. i'm sorry that no one knew who you were, and hopefully people know who you are now. thank you again!

thank you so much! and thanks for the

thank you Cindy. this is what happens when i try to multitask... i was doing my geometry homework and eating sorbet. not a good combination

You're welcome/

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_{Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see}

You're quite welcome. I really think the best poetry is the poetry that can be interpreted however the reader feels he or she should interpret it. the fact that you couldn't pin down one concrete meaning allows other to explore their own should to find a meaning for it themselves. so no need to fret when you can pin it down because someone else will. and you're welcome again

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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~

Seemed to turn out all right with that poem!