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

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   I get bad nightmares every night, but

still they call me a dreamer.

I try to set the whole world right, but

instead I'm labeled a schemer.

My whole life is troubadours, but they

say I belong to rock.

I try to open myself, but they keep

the key to my lock.

I will say I'm in love, but they just

deem it a crush.

I say, "Look out! Here it comes!" and

all they say is, "Hush!"

I try to hide myself so well, but they

always know it's me,

That's why I'm quiet writing you this

silent poetry.




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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