Buried Deep Inside...

Every time I see you, there’s a scowl on your face
Every time you look at me, I stare off into space
There must be a heart beneath that bitter, outer core
But you appear so scary; you leave people running for the door!
You have a love of reading, and you seem to keep to yourself
There must be a heart buried deep inside you, but I’m too scared to help
You seem to be always grumpy, but I see the glint in your eye
There must be some sort of feeling, way down deep inside
I see the shine in your eyes when you talk about your books
You probably think that I don’t care, that I didn’t bother to look
Why don’t you show the world your true colours, let them out
Show the world what it is you really care about!
I know there must be something underneath that bitter, outer core
I’ll keep searching for it, I’ll continue to explore.

The End



Dedication:
I wrote this poem about my English teacher. He has on a little act, being grumpy all the time and pretending that he doesn’t care about anyone or anything. Most everybody hates him, but I’m intrigued by his act and I know there must be a whole other person underneath the mask he wears. He loves books (something we have in common!) and talks animatedly about them to the class who groan in boredom. They aren’t really paying attention, he knows that, but I think he thinks that I don’t pay attention, but I do. I’m making it my personal mission to discover the new person underneath that mask and I know that it will be worth my effort. I hope one day he will read this poem.