When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
I'm memorizing this poem, "Autobiographia Literaria," 
by Frank O'Hara for A Cup of Jo's Fall Challenge #2. 
Photo: The Sartorialist