Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Disconnected

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
My feet walk forward while my brain thinks of the past
My hands reach out while my heart closes itself off
My legs struggle to help me stand tall while my mouth refuses to back down
My arms want to accept everyone while my eyes judge anyone around me
And while my nose might be pleased by sweetness, my ears are not so easily deceived





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback