Nobody knows
Nobody sees
The bag that’s sitting next to me
Invisible to all I meet
The bag that hides at my feet
Keys to unlocked doors
Reminiscence of broken tokens
The worries that fill my mind
Every time I open
This beat-up bag of mine
Torn with age
And beaten with abuse
Slowly rusting its handle
Mud caked along its sides
It’s sad to see what it’s become
Heavy it weighs
For each day new wonders
Fill the hollow bag
As it drags along beside me
Heavier with each step
Never to leave
No matter how far I run
The bag will find me
It will always be there
Holding my past
The things I can never forget
Nobody sees
The bag that’s sitting next to me
Invisible to all I meet
The bag that hides at my feet
Keys to unlocked doors
Reminiscence of broken tokens
The worries that fill my mind
Every time I open
This beat-up bag of mine
Torn with age
And beaten with abuse
Slowly rusting its handle
Mud caked along its sides
It’s sad to see what it’s become
Heavy it weighs
For each day new wonders
Fill the hollow bag
As it drags along beside me
Heavier with each step
Never to leave
No matter how far I run
The bag will find me
It will always be there
Holding my past
The things I can never forget
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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Megan M.
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