Animosity

This actually isn't written from my point of view. I attempted to write it through the eyes of someone else, or rather I wrote what I consider to be someone else's perception of me.

I was curious a few weeks ago and pulled up an old word document containing past email conversations between CML/ARH and I. Then I stumbled across an excerpt from CML's personal essay.

In Honors English, we had an assignment at the end of the year to write an essay about how we've grown as a person that year. I wrote a tragic essay on The Fallout, naturally. It was the most devastating experience of my life.

When I went to fetch my High School Writing Folder from my Honors English teacher in September, I saw CML's folder in the pile and pulled out her personal essay when no one was looking.

I read it silently to myself and found a part of her essay in which she talked specifically about me. Pulling out a piece of paper, I wrote down what she said in her essay and took it home.

The excerpt is now hidden deep within my computer, in a document no one knows about. I went back and re-read it the other day and experienced her resentful words a second time.

It inspired me to write a poem from her point of view, as if she was talking to me. I'm not sure how it turned out structure-wise, but in terms of content, I am sure that this is how she felt and possibly still feels about me. But I'll never really know how she feels... all I really have are my memories and imagination.

This poem has been a week in the making. I wrote most of it last week and then finished it up this morning so that it was deviantART-worthy. Enjoy these hostile musings!

Written May 14, 2007.