Teenage Angsty Poetry Pages
I must have been fifteen or sixteen when I wrote this. Please be gentle, I know my poetry was not a literary masterpiece!
Watching from the distance I can see her every move,
somehow never knowing
which path it is she should choose.
There’s torment around every corner,
and rocks beneath her feet.
There’s hate lurking in people’s minds,
which evil is her feat?
There are choices she must make
from the depth beneath her heart.
But she can’t, for her broken soul
won’t show here where to start.
There are scars she keeps as souvenirs,
in glass cases shattered on the shelf
As she looks at them through teary eyes,
alone and by herself.
Silently she walks the halls,
with betrayal on every thrust
smiling despite her brutal mind,
from the lack of honesty and trust.
There’s a brocade of steel covering her weakened existence
strengthening her to carry on
As a mother deer, who carefully pushes her un-strong fawn
Belittled in her mind
from the ones she called her friends
now her endless battle
will never come to an end.
She’s running through the fields
and walking in the rain,
trying to sort out
all the mishaps that caused her pain.
fading in the shadows from a heart she cannot bide
to sit and ponder life’s indemnities
to cast away her fears and fly.
Written by myself, back 15 years ago or so. The work is mine, and mine alone.