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A blood crimson fountain,

flowing through my body,

created by my beating heart,

and dangered by that tobacco wrapped in paper,

my finger tips are blue from the coldness of the air,

and my wrist aching from being 'selfish.'

 

He came into mly life,

and destroyed it by telling lies,

and throwing away my trust.

 

She then, appeared,

and became my safe haven,

but, I knew I wasn't good for her,

so I told her to, kindly, leave.

 

My father,

the alcoholic,

and smoking his 'bad habit,'

he was never home anymore,

it never really bothered me.

 

My mother,

who is filled with anger,

and worked until it was midnight,

is beraly even home,

it never really bothered me.

 

I was alone,

with smoking my stress reliever,

and screaming, to let out anger,

 

I have no friends, really,

yet here are all those guys,

asking for something they will never get.

 

Girls hate me,

for my natural black hair,

ocean blue eyes,

and full red lips,

 

I am beautiful,

yet I destroy my body,

and think, "There is nothing special about me."

 

"Selfish!" They call me,

trapped, I call myself.




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