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The Fragile Egg...

Sitting here in this room, it seems as if it somehow shifts and moves? It makes me tremble 

and shake…as I naw on what little nails I have left, in an errant attempt to calm down my 

razor thin nerves. Reflecting back on my ride home on the bus, those other kids they never 

seem to stop chattering and laughing at me…I know that their all talking about me. I press 

my face so hard against that bus window, I know when I got off you could still see my face 

print and could count each of those ugly pimples that cover my face. Mom say it’s just an 

awkward stage in a preteens life and that it will pass…But Mom and Dad are not the ones 

who are biting their nails, an shaking like leaf at the very thought of having to go back to 

school the next day and there not the one’s with a face that look like it’s a part of a bumpy 

old rollercoaster ride. I’m no different than those other kids, I just want to be like and be the 

best me I can be in this life…instead , I sit around just like a fragile egg dangling on the edge 

of the kitchen counter top, just waiting to fall and break.  I should be out having fun but I 

just sit here in my room on the edge of my bed crying on the verge of a nervous breakdown 

with my dad’s old Saturday night special gun clenched tightly in my sweaty palm.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor

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  1. Date: 2/6/2010 6:02:00 AM
    See did it again??? Dang it! Thanks for your correction on my poem...Thanks again!

  1. Date: 2/6/2010 5:59:00 AM
    Thanks for the corrects and the poem truly is only an inspiration and not a motivation. I write many poems so I expect that some errors are bound to happen, but thanks to good people like you who help catch them...they never last long.

  1. Date: 2/5/2010 11:48:00 PM
    First fo al, it's "clenched," not "clinched." Secondly, you would be a GIANT WASTE OF TALENT if you decided to end your life/spirit. You are a huge source of wonder and energy. Ride with it!