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May 22, 2017
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My feet hurt,
turned red from the heels I wear
like a declaration,
toes swollen red and tight.
My face is caked in a mask,
the make-up painting another face
over my own,
pink-cheeked and dampened forehead,
eyes heavy from the weight of night.
My eyes burn,
stinging like a fire and watering,
imprints pressed into my eyelids
from the spotlight.
My jaw hurts,
exercised by the laughter
as my friends pick a mock fight.
My thoughts are clear and joyful,
happy because somehow
this feels just right.
I can’t contain my smile
because somehow
these swollen feet,
these fake faces,
these stinging eyes,
these ridiculous fights,
these endless nights –
somehow they feel just right,
somehow they feel like home.

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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reach4marsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sep. 27 at 2:16 pm
Great ending, I love how everything combines together to make a whole separate, but still part of, poem.
 
SkivaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sep. 27 at 8:46 pm
Thank you!
 
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