This poem “Inside Me” was written in May 1988
Mrs. Ney’s creative communications class
Deep inside me,
I feel an oncoming scream of frustration.
Bottled inside me,
Deep feelings for one who doesn’t know I care.
Sighing inside me,
Every time I pass him in the hall.
Crying inside me,
Knowing I could never tell him I care.
Dying inside me,
Knowing I’ll never have him.
-Pattie Crider
girlboxer1970 
Darn – based on the title, I was expecting porn! 😉
I saw Mrs. Ney recently, and other than not having 80’s hair any more, she looks exactly the same!
You’re funny Michelle! I guess Mrs; Ney still lives around here. 🙂