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The Metal Door This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

As old as time
Standing stuck with rusted hinges
The only barrier
between community and isolation
But I am on the outside
And I don’t have a key
I can’t break the heavy padlocks
So I’ll settle for picking off the peeling paint
and squinting through blackened windows
I am a stranger to people
I am all too familiar to loneliness
Beating my fists against cold
Metal caked with faded blue paint
Aching to get out of the darkness
But I still can’t seem to turn the silver handle
On the other side people congregate
and laugh and smile
They get along despite their differences,
a whole system
United
A crowded room with no space left for me
Because I came empty handed
With nothing to give
As I lean against the giant hunk of metal
it creaks sighs or regret
and I give up.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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