Absolutely Nothing

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

      he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

      because that was the name of his dog

And that's was it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

      and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door 

      and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

      took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

      with tiny toenails and no hair

And his moter and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

      Valentine signed with a row of X's

      and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his  father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

      he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

      because that was the name of season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

      and he asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

      beacuse of its new paint

And the kids told him

      that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

      with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

      when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

      his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

      when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

      he wrote a poem

And he called it "Inocence: A Question"

      because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his profesor gave him an A

     and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

     because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

      of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

      making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

      or even talked

And the girl around the corner

      wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kisses her

      but he kissed her anyway

      because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M he tucked himself into bed

      his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

      he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutly Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each dammed wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

      because this time he didn't think

      he could reach the kitchen*.

I really loved that poem and I actually don't know why but it means what it means, and then I think "And that's what it was all about" beacuse that's what it was all about. What else could I say? I still being that person who sometimes at 3 A.M. want to write a poem in a back of a brown paper bag and then give me and slash in each wrist, and then I remember this place is my paper bag so I came here to write "my-no-poem". 

I just finished to read that book, and I know I'm a very bad writing in english or talking in english or everything in english but anyway I really wanted to write in this way, so I just did it. While I was reading that book I though a lot of things like I'm a kind Mary Elizabeth with my non-stopping-talking and I just figure out how difficult should be to stay near to me. 

At the end the only thing that I think is that I want to met someone who doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have; and that's what I called this like that poem, because "absolutly nothing" is what it was really all about.

*The perk of being a wallflower - Stephen Chbosky