Lone Li Ness Is My Name
Lone Li Ness is my name
No one calls it; I have no friends.
I had one once in second grade
But she moved
Shyness kept me from having other ones
Some loud kids lied about me being a bully
In fourth grade, and it stuck
In 7th grade I was “odd” and “weird”
I began to read romance novels that year
And science fiction, biographies, and mysteries.
The librarian tried to befriend me but she was old
I do not like old people
I figured when I went to college I would be a new you
I would be outgoing and fun, and people would like me
About half my graduating class went to the same college
My roommate hated me before she met me.
She moved out before the end of the first week
Without speaking to me. A couple of nods and a grunt.
I have forgotten how to be a friend now. It has been a long time.
My cat and I pretend to be content reading our books.
She lies between the I-pad and me,
so I have to use two pillows to prop.
My parents still live in my hometown.
They are always begging me to come back.
For a summer vacation, for a visit.
To see my “old friends”.
This makes me laugh.
How did they never see their odd, weird, lonely girl like I do?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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