Locally dorky

Dear murderer, I had always walked with you From your very first step. I had been there beside you As a friend and sometimes a foe. I saw you get that naughty smirk; A desire to throw pebbles at the neighbour's dog. So I stopped you And you were good enough to comply back then. Such a sweet kid you had been But, then you had to grow up . Oh! The gruesome way in which you did For you didn't care for anyone but yourself. I saw you throw away all those Who would chide you for they care. I saw you fall for the boy Who you knew treated you like an object. I saw you indulge in all vice And get in the worst company. But, this time when I tried to stop you , You didn't listen but instead attacked. You caged me up And took away my freedom. My only companion which was you Wouldn't listen to me anymore. You wouldn't even visit me And would starve me of affection. So I finally gave up And I was suffocated to death. Here I am now Sti

First day of college, Observant eyes looking my way. It was to my knowledge An impression of mine they would have made. I was but eager for a companion When a figure from faraway, Her last name Manger, Walked my way with polite grace. "For this is your first day, Let me introduce you some I know" she said, "For a year older to you I run". I nodded and Listened to my guide, Half glad to befriend Someone older to me and wise. "That girl" she signalled "Seems great, But that doesn't configure For her ever growing weight." "He is bold But through his shirt You can see his bones" She pointed at him a finger curt. "They are fun to be around But their lousy apparel Depicts poverty profound." Her words for a group singing carols. "He looks like someone to follow But on the inside He is but hollow" Of him she had heard from time to time. "With her I have never conversed She l