I am standing in the rain all alone
Surrounded by the echo of my own screams,
Aside from the raindrops splashing I have
No other company except for myself,
But I bore easily,
Especially when conversing with
Companions who have nothing to say
Because they are holding it all in
And only speaking what is not on their minds.
I am all alone in a world of fury,
Hate and spite are the only things
I associate myself to,
But I am moving on,
I will start a new life,
Things will be different this time,
They always are ....
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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