Scary things, scary things
The things that have created me
All come back, so haunting
Surrounded now, I can not breathe.
Can someone please
Soon help me
Rid my life of these
Scary things?
Helpless now, all alone
Wishing that I had been shown
What to do once I’ve grown
Back into these scary things.
Circling, wear me out
Leaving me, filled with doubt
That I could ever get by without
These scary, scary things
Tyler Forrest wrote this poem while a student at Boulder Prep.
