PoemI'm going to write a poem,I have to pass the time.Time meant for friendsfor laughing and playing and enjoying life,time for being a child.I'm going to write a poem,I have to share my feelings.Feelings of betrayal and shame;of sadness, regret, and memories.Memories of times long gone.I'm going to write a poem, I have to fill this book. Pages meant for diary entriesfor passing notes and love letters. Letters that were never sent. I have written a poem. Here it is:                   I am alone.