Who is JWH and JWHWZ?, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

Have you ever seen a sad girl shuffling her feet through
town;
Wearing not a smile; but a frown;
I have words that I hope you see;
To help you know that this girl is me.
The word "memory" for me is quite an absurd noun;
That's why I need to write everything down.
My life has always been full of little notes;
Because it's even hard to remember tiny anecdotes.
I don't know how I have gone so very far;
When my head and body have so many surgical scars.
You may never see me; you may just read my words;
But, I need to make myself heard.
Because I believe I have a lot to say;
That may end up changing someone's day.
I have no desire to be seen;
Because I am often very mean.
But, if I am able to hide behind my wall;
I can be, very much, a doll.
That is what schizophrenia is all about;
I might as well make myself useful, because depression won't
let me out!
Besides, in some ways, I am shy;
And, if I'm seen; I'll probably want to cry!

Despite the many names that I have written with my pen,
My identity is "Joy Willa Hatch" or "Joy Willa Hatch
Zimmerman"!
Posted: 2011-11-10 01:23:35 UTC

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