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Enough To Destroy Me

Sometimes it's scary
to write.
My feelings exposed
against the crisp white
of a new paper.

This notebook
is my prized possession.
Scraps of myself
poured into words
and written down.

It's terrifying because
I lose things.
If I lose this,
I would lose the pieces of me
I trusted it to hold.

The pieces of me
would be lost in the world
for someone else to find,
Pick up and these words,
these pieces of me
could be twisted into
A dagger.

Whoever found it
would have the power to...
Control me
Own me
Destroy me.

These words are too precious to lose.



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