About two years ago, I checked into a crisis intervention house for about a week because I was suffering from major depression. I introduced myself to everyone there and then I recited one of my poems that I had just recently wrote called " Fasten your Seatbelt. "
( click on my poem " Fasten your Seatbelt " and then come back ) I wrote this poem because of some issues that I was going through at the time that sent me into a major mode of depression. When I got through reciting my poem, I went into the community room. I then noticed a cute little caucasion girl sitting at a table that I had recalled seeing in the room that I recited the poem in. I walked over to her where she was sitting at a table, because I wanted to talk to her and get to know her. She kind of brushed me off, as if she was busy. She was writing something in a notebook. So I took it that it was a bad time to try to talk to her, so I walked away. About 20 minutes later, the same girl walked over to me and she handed something to me that appeared to be a letter. When I looked close at it, it wasn't a letter, it was a poem...that she had written about me; and below is what the poem was called, and this is how it went.