The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

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 what 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 mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner set 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 the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left the 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 Clause

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 "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor 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 make up

That made him cough when he kissed 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 "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.

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• life
• emotional

[ElanaVital83]

Very sad. I think it means that as time progressed, the world became more bleak.

[blvdguy]

Life isnt getting better, and as a child, your innocence makes you blind to the world, but as we grow, we learn more about the world and how we effect it, and how life is a struggle, how things go from perfect, to gone, over time.

[alow412]

its just funny hahah

[blvdguy]

how so?

[alow412]

lmao random

[blvdguy]

how is it random?

[fluffy20811]

in the peom everything was changing, the girl on the corner grew up, his sister changed, his parents were growing apart, and the guy was always behind he didn't grow up at the same pace as everyone else( he asks his father what the x's meant and the girl laughed at him when he asked her to go see santa) although i don't understand why he couldn't have accepted the changes instead of comitting suicide

[SFproductionskm]

why the music

[lolgirly100]

oh fuck, u wasted it by adding in the music

[Kassandkate]

i like it :) :)

[PeaceMan419]

this poem is life. he killed himself because he realized the truth to life. meaningless. girls are whores. people die, grow apart. shit like that. this book saved my life, in a way, but this poem is definately something that supports my realist views. when you reach the point where you realize god isn't real and neither is morality, life is a greedy struggle and honestly not even worth it unless you can make others aware with something like a poem called nothing. this poem is my life. and yours.