This is my silent rebellion.
I'm waiting for you to take notice.
This is thepeak of years-smothered anger.
I'm waiting to flail against you.
This is measserting myself.
I'm waiting for the slow effect.
This is me turning myback, not my cheek.
I'm waiting to see how you stand.
This is myindependence.
I'm just waiting for your nod of approval.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

Aristine

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