Trapped This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   He used to drink, like you wouldn't believe.

And I was stuck, I couldn't leave.

Never have I witnessed such a disgrace.

I knew there was no way out, I could tell by his face.

Downstairs was where his anger dwelled.

Punished them for what they held.

I heard them cry, I heard them scream.

I just pretended that it was a dream.

Two of the ways by which I saw.

I felt bad for the holder of the shortest straw.

Yells engulfed this hollow room.

I thought I was gone, this was my doom.

But I found my way - it's out of his.

But it's too bad for the other kids.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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