This was a poem I wrote many years ago in high school for a contest. As I recall, it won.

Here I am, sitting outside
sitting and staring at the inside
watching all the numbers and things
becoming mixed and jumbled with lots of things
so much stuff that makes no sense
even when put into a past tense
I look at my side
and see things that would hide
from such calamity
and hectic insanity
so boring and dull
compared to fun and droll
logical and rational
to illogical and irrational
the right brain I am
sitting outside staring at the inside
trapped I am, always trapped
outside the box 

Submitted: May 30, 2013

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Gus Sellars

Very well done. I like the opposite action of being trapped inside the box.

Mon, June 10th, 2013 6:01pm

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