Well, off I go again on another classic tale of "unable to name things." Could I, I would leave my poems without names, as labeling them only causes me to force themes on the reader that I don't want them to have to think through, so... here there lies a poem whose name does not fit the description. = Heck, it's not even a poem, so why bother calling it one?

Lately, something has been bothering me, yet what I do not know... Could it be another change within me, calling from deep within...? Yet, it seems so familiar, like from my mid-teenage days when I knew not anyone, and only knew what I did know... I wasn't a movie-goer--I'm still not that much of one now... I didn't listen to the latest music, and... well--I don't do so much anymore... I felt misunderstood, and yet taken to be an angry individual, or one who was too somber or saddened by something... when really all I was was lonely...
I can't really say how I'm feeling right now, or otherwise I would have been a bit more clear. I would say it's my grades in school, or the lack of time I've spent with my girlfriend, but... *sighs...* I'm just... not sure anymore... and it's bothering me...
Thanks for taking the time to read through this though--the mind garbage up there wasn't meant to be anything at all, other than thoughts running through my mind... Gosh, I don't write hardly anything anymore... I hope this at least helps to release some of those built-up feelings I've been having in the last six months...