Him Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

He sits there, thinking
his mind full of many things
his eyes staring at the paper before him.
He's bored.
He wants to go home, get away from here if he can.
This place reminds him of her, their days together.
Maybe he'll get over it and move on.
He sits here still, tapping his feet, impatient.
chewing his pen while he tries to concentrate.
glancing over at someone else in the corner,
making an expression to make them laugh.
He's so innocent and good natured.
He talks to his friends often, asking how to move on.
Only few give him good enough advice.
During the next hours he calms and enjoys the day.
His bestest mates talk and laugh with him,
play along and teach him.
Few see the battle within him,
and those that do dont know how to help.
He's alone, mixed felings bubble inside.
One day to explode out, wiping the slate
and begginning again.