KIDS

KIDS.

Time flys when your having fun.
my childhood was slow.
maybe some day
something will inspire me to write
about it.

This poem is merely to remind myself that it once existed.

"Alien girl"i hear ians voice ringing thru
the classroom
at me.
"dont mind him,niamh"daren wispered.
god i loved daren.
"i dont care"i would always say.
but of course i did.

I would run into the bathroom
when daren wasnt looking,
and draw on the wall
with soap.
Laura always got blamed.
it amused me.

Or the time,
mr sheaHan told us about kevin crow.
our classmate from the year before who had suddenly left.
He told us he had died.
daren went into the bathroom,
i followed
and we just sat
and cried.
He had been our friend,you see.

or when daren got hit by a car.
he was okay
like 6 months later
but it scared me.
it terrified me.

my best friend in primary was daren.
i never realised
what secondary school
would do to us
but if i could id
turn back time
any day.