Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


was that junior high cafeteria
really that big?
were there really that many kids
all looking at me,
all laughing at the sorry loser
that was me?
probably not,
no matter what my memories tell me.
a thousand teenagers
all focused on me?
even my self-grandizing pain
knows better than that.
it didn’t matter.
it doesn’t matter.
the only one looking at me
who does matter
who did matter
was me.
i hate me
back in those lonely awkward painful days,
and that was enough
to write a story
i could live with
the rest of my life.

©TA Barnhart December 1, 2020