Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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fW It It M itAt CM Att CjtZ It G Wht 0[ Jit SJ Ly, Everything hat its season. everything ha» it» timr Shorn- me a reason and soon I'll show you a rhyme Cats fit on the window till, children fit in the snow, Why do I feel I k«n't fit in anywhere I go River» belong where they can ramble Kagiet belong where they cm fly I'Ve got to be where my «pint can run free. iot to find my Comer Of The Sky Eserv man ha» hi» day dream», every nun ha» hit goal People like the way dreamt have of sticking to the soul Thundercloud» have their lightning. nightingale» have their song And don’t you see I want n y life to hr something more rhan long Risers belong where they can ramble. Fggle» hclong where they can fly. I »e got to be where my spirit cm run free. (ioc to find my Comer Of The Sky So mam men seem destined to settle for something small. Hut I won’t rest until I know I’ll have it all So don’t ask me where I’m going, but listen when I’m gone And far away you’ll hear me singing »oftly to the dawn Risers hrkmg where they can ramble. Eagles belong where they can fly. I’ve got to be where my »pint can run free Got to find my Comer Of The Sky, —Stephen Sc hwant from the musical “PIPPIN bi I MW New Y«i

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Ptc 4£ v l IW IXm't be footed bv me Don't be fooled by the face 1 wear. For I wear a mask. I w ear a thousand masks masks that l m afraid to take off, and none of them are me Pretending is an art that’s second nature vsith me. hut don’t be fooled; for God’ sake don’t be fooled I give sou the impression that I’m secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me. within as well as without, that confidence is my name and ccxdnos my game, that the water's calm and I’m in command, and that I need no one But don’t believe me Please M surface may seem smooth, hut my surface is m mask, mv ever-varying and ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me. in confusion. in fear, m alonencvs. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness jnd fear being exposed That’s whs I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant. Sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me f tom the glance that knows. But such j glance is precise I v ms salvation Ms only salvation. And I know it That is if it’s followed bv acceptance. if it’s followed by love. It's the onlv thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built pnvm wills, from the barriers that I so pomstakmgls erret It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself, that I’m trails worth something But 1 don’t tell sou this. I don’t dire I’m afraid to I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing, that l m iust no good, and that you w ill sec this and meet me $n 1 plas my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within And so begins the parade of masks, the glittering but empty parade of masks And my life becomes a front I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk I tell you everything that’s really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me So when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by w hat I’m saving Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saving, what I’d like to be able to say, w hat for survival I need to say. but can’t toy I dislike hiding, honestly. I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the superficial phonv game I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me. but you’ve got to help me You’ve got to hold out your hand even when that’s the last thing I seem to want or need Only you can wipe away from m eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead C nlv you can call me into alivcncss Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time vou try to understand because you really care, mv heart begins to grow wings, very small, very feeble, but wings With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you on breathe life into me 1 want sou to know that. I w arn you to know how important you ate to me. how you can he a creator of the person that is me if you hoove to Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my misk. you alone can release me from by shadow-world of panic and un- certainty, from my lonely prison So do not pass me by. Please do not pass me bv It will not be easy lor you A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls, five nearer vou approach to me. the harder 1 mas stnkr ho .k. it’s irrational, but despite w hat books say about man. I am irrational I fight against the very thing I cry out for. And in this lies my hope Mv only hope Please try to beat down those walls with firm but gentle hands For a child is very sensitive. Who am I. you may wander-' I am somefeodv vou know very well. For 1 am even man you meet and even woman you meet (From Mr Harder’ file.) Anon

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