I’m not a nobody
I will be known.
I’m just a somebody
with nowhere to go.
My room is a box
my life is a prison.
And I’d be so happy
if you’d just listen.
So please listen closely
I’m gonna make you a promise.
I will be like you
Sweet, caring, and honest.
I think I forgot to tell you
that you were my hero.
Before I was gone
into that perfect tomorrow.
I guess this is goodbye
to my not-quite-a-soulmate.
I said I wouldn’t say “I love you,”
But now it’s too late.

—By Sophie R., 14, New York