Image Above: Addison Nelson '30

This lonely feeling surrounded me.

My eyes always looked at an empty room.

No friendship had yet to bloom.

Trapped, I felt trapped, I wasn’t free.

Was it me? Was I the problem?

Loss after loss I lost myself.

It felt like I put my book back on the shelf.

I left it there to rot, not letting it blossom.

Yet again I didn't know if this was reality,

I couldn’t tell from what I could see.

What was real and what was not.

But this wasn’t as bad as I thought.

I felt lighter now,

I just had to say ciao.

To my dream of course.

All this wasn’t real.