set apart from the rest
unique enough so i dont belong, fit in
but i am content
i came as a mute iguana
flourished to a colorful chameleon
but i had too many shades
slowly i came together
the glue solidified, the scene didnt change as much
i try to set myself apart
i dont want what the world wants
but the world has many nice things
i am a part of a subculture
an undercurrent the politically correct havent found yet
or dont want to
i worship a God you dont know
no one knows how passionately i praise
my feverent worship
bowing before my God
they will never understand
they mock
it�s not even me
and it hurts
i sigh
a tear
bright shiny day comes after the rain
joy comes withe the morning
i will be strong
to them i am girl failed
to God i am lady in waiting
what they want i wont give
they say that everyone�s doing it
but i know better
so then i ask my God
why pain
why pressure
why?
salt
light
he responds
if you cant come through, how can one who doesnt believe?
God...i cant discern what you want
i cant speak of you
they dont understand
i want a shoulder to cry on
someone to hug
to comfort me
�have faith� i tell them
you are like the wind
but the wind cant be held
i dont know what to do
drop all i have and go with you
help me to stop judgeing
it cant be right
i just cant be a counselor to everyone
it's too...stressful
my identity poems
It all starts off with a selfish nature and goes downhill from there
Sitting quiet, engrossed in shell
not formulating enough of an idea to speak
maybe it is insecurity
�Suzanna, what do you think?�
shocked, racking my brain--what do I think?
I revisit another�s opinion
or mumble something unpartisan
�ummm I don�t know�
later the perfect answer comes into my head
optimism
some hate it--how can people be so happy in a world so dead?
There is a plan
I get shot down--dreams go crashing down
but I smile
what isn�t rewarded on Earth you will get in heaven
treasures for eternity or
varsity soccer
NHS
Jennifer Knapp concert
fifth chair in band
the perfect answer
the list goes on
through perseverance comes the crown
of life
I�m pressing on
i am two people
open and closed
open is friends
they call me volcano
sugar high
yet coniving and fooling
is it all superficial?
sometimes i go deeper
closed is shy
i sit and watch the world go by
anything i feel like saying
others can say just as well
do i dare disturb the universe?
i only let some into my shell
consider it a priveledge
someday it will fade away
jars of clay lyrics *NEW POETRY
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