Late late night,
Streetlight through the window,
Television on in the living room.
I'm not cold,
But I still shiver,
Because we're still up with the crescent moon.
Things we say,
We wouldn't say in the sun.
We hardly even say it in the dark.
But the darkness,
Well, it makes us brave,
Calling us to try to leave our mark.
In the kitchen,
One of us making popcorn,
The others laugh in secret like a scheme.
Not too long
Until everyone is up,
Our words drift through the silence like a dream.
It's nights like this,
When we rule the world,
That I feel like I might truly belong.
Because my words are heard,
And my thoughts are known,
And you and I can really do no wrong.
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Poems From Another Sad Teenager
PoetryPoems From Another Sad Teenager is a collection of personal poetry highlighting the ups and downs of being a teenager in the 21st century. Dealing with topics of depression, anxiety, friendship, loss, healing, and growth, it gives a relatable narrat...
