Poem 1

The setting of the sun
Trees that were once green, lush and full
Change color and eventually fall
The decay of my body and mind
Both physically and mentally.
I am old for my age
For my age depicts nothing of me.
My false happiness emits one thing
While my eyes confess the truth.
But when do you take the time to look?
I can no longer keep up this facade.
I am unhappy
in life, love and hope.
I promote myself to everyone as cheerful
As if you actually matter.
That you are somebdoy I have to impress.
But why should I care
when you do not give me the light of day?

Everyday I face an internal battle
With myself, about everything.
The nurturing mother-figure
Treating me as if I were still a 6 year old kid.
I am far from it,
But my age depicts noting of me.
Living under a roof full of noise
Which doesn't come from construction.
Screams and yells so loud
It is like a Sonic Boom in my head
collasping my Brain.
My smile hides my hurt,
But my tears reflect the truth.
And when did you even bother to look?

Sometimes the pain is so bad,
That it surpasses the tears in the eyes.
It is more of an internal cringing,
That releases tears from the heart.
People say I have the carefree nature
That of a little boy.
And a boy is all that I am.
For I am far from being a man.
But age is just a number,
And age depicts nothing of me.
My attitude seems so nonchalant,
Yet my crys for help are unresponded.
When did you ever listen?
When did you ever open your eyes to look,
And see the person that is me?!?!
--Johnson Chang 09/13/02