they thought she was suisidal. <br />why? <br />of all people, <br />her? <br />the one who jumps around, <br />laughing, <br />happy, <br />perky. <br />no, <br />not true! <br />she wouldn't, <br />she won't. <br />i promiss. <br />that would never happen. <br />could it? <br /> <br />she wrote a poem, <br />about death. <br />doesn't everyone? <br />i do. <br />no one worries about me. <br />i wonder why they choose her, <br />out of all of us, <br />poets. <br />we write about <br />death, <br />happiness, <br />sadness, <br />fear... <br />all of the depressing subjects. <br />but they go for the young girl <br />who chooses to write about death. <br />strange.<br /><br />maddy macleod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-why/
