Our Delicate Minds Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

I'm the youngest outta five,
your the youngest of two,
feeling misplaced and different is something we both always knew, wanting to be apart of just something is a fact known
to be true.

We both have harbored a lot of ill-feelings and plenty of dark thoughts were indeed hid,
with these thoughts and feelings in our delicate minds it was rough to be that kid.

When we got the chance to be the joker in that sought-out crowd,
it not only made us happy, it made us very proud,
acting simple, being boisterous and loud, before soon we were knocked from yet another cloud.

To bring this poem to an end,
I managed making myself my only TRUE trusted friend,
After all these years, crying out all my sadden tears,
I came to terms with myself, you should also do the same, aside of those you honestly love,
trust in YOU and no one else!