The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky

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 sent 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 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 Claus 
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 makeup 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 really 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.
…anonymous

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