Confessions of a Teenager

I

whispers
quick looks under raised eyebrows
silence;
and then the paranoia begins

furtive glances,
a sudden giggle -
turning insecurity into a phobia
and low self-esteem into boiling self-hate
- cause I'm not fucking perfect

II

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III

scruffed jeans - check
loud shirt - check
sneakers - converse only, please
my contacts are on
my hair's spiked
the cologne still lingers

hey, I'm cool

right?

Tell me I am.

please?

IV

dunes of assignments await
there is no stopping
there is only working
to see who is first to reach the Promised Land beyond the desert.
there is no rest
from formulae and concepts, quotes and symbols;
there is no escape
from the greedy black hole of assessment.

but there are no waving palm trees in the end.
there is no oasis.
they were simply a mirage in the desert heat.

there are no victors
in the wasteland of education.

V

here I am, once again
out in the cold
you never saw me for who I was.
you never liked me.
my spiked hair, my scruffed jeans
you never cared
not even when I tried.

Angst is creeping in
I should have known it would
because I knew I?d never fit in.
I've made my mistakes
I've got nowhere to run

Will you take me in?

My heart is open.
My soul is bare.

If you would only listen.

Comments:

Hey matt you rock! Nice poems. =)

# posted by  MiNyU : 10:47 AM

 

hello mattboy.
it aint as bad as you make it sound. some of them are quite good.

the last one, however, ><.

anyway. dont send it for cap. they dont like teenagers. if you see what i mean.

but aint bad, aint bad. how was phys prac?

<3 ophie.

# posted by  ophelia! : 3:51 PM

 

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