The Teen-Age Girl Giggles

September 7, 2009
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Part One

I don't feel angry, grumpy, or sad.
I don't feel happy, excited, or fantastic.
I don't feel numb, depressed, or optimistic.
I just feel,
The Teen-Age Girl giggles.
My stomach's empty
and sick with laughter.
My head's filling with pointless but beautiful thoughts.
My breathing's ragged
as i try not to let the sound,
erupt from my gut.
A butterfly is tickling my insides from my ears to my toes.
A smile is parting my face-
What possible excuse could i use?
There's a Myst
hanging over the skys.
And my soul is floating upward
as my body stay left behind.
My mind can't focus and I'm lost in this mystical scene-
Feeling as if time itself
has stopped.

Part Two

And I hate it.
I hate feeling vulnerable.
I hate needing him here.
I hate this new feeling my heart is forming.
This- this Teen-Age Girl giggles,
is worse than anything else.
Worse than depression,
Worse than-
maybe even death itself.
But i can't make it go away.
It's like a disease I can't stop or stall.
It's the Teen-Age Girl giggles,
that might not even be-
at it's highest peak.
And THAT is my worst fear.
This is only the beginning
of the Teen-Age Girl giggles.

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ayeshamuzaffar This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 20, 2011 at 4:06 am
It's an amazing poem.
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