I have learned to be alone
Keeping my dreams and hopes unknown
I depend on my thoughts to keep me entertained
And I wonder how much of me has changed
I am not as open, wild and free
As I know that I used to be
I try to find a happy place
To fill this hollow empty space
My dreams are scary and overwhelmingly frightening
The fear of death and its evil sting has been heightening
My loneliness cannot go on anymore
I will have to open up my door
And let the whole world finally see
What they have been missing - the real me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.