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A Life Hides MAG

November 9, 2015
By Navya BRONZE, Newmarket, New Hampshire
Navya BRONZE, Newmarket, New Hampshire
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A life hides inside of me.
I am the person who sits in the back of the class,
who never raises their hand,
who sits alone at the lunch table.
I feel like the person whom no one notices is there,
who hides in the shadows,
who never talks.
I know I am the person who sits in their room,
who hides in the corner,
who stares at the gray walls.
I am the person who hides behind page numbers,
who pours themselves into writing,
who always has a set of color pencils.
A life hides inside of me,
it sits on the last layer of my soul,
but I know it’s there.
I need my life to explode into the outside world.
I need my stories to become my script.
I need my words to be spoken.
I want to be heard.
I want to be noticed.
I want to have pleasure.
I am desperate to have friends.
I am desperate to be happy.
I am desperate to pass.
I will do anything,
to no longer have my life,
hiding inside of me.



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