Teenage Hooligan: An Original Poetry Chapbook

Kidnapped

January 28th, 2020
16 Years Old

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All I remember is welcoming 2020.
But now I can just sit in this cold room.
Last I remember I was flying through time,
Nicknames, jokes, practicing poetry.
All things slam to the floor when this happens.

I can barely remember how anything went.
What happened to cause me to push away people who trusted me.
I can see every single friendship I've ever had,
Flash on the stone cold wall sitting in front of me.

And there's a glass heart, on a golden pedestal.
Sitting in front of me.
I could reach it if my damn hands
Weren't tied behind my back, slowly burning and rubbing off my skin.

With each passing relationship, a new crack forms.
And I'm crying, pleading.
I don't want my hope to be shattered.
I don't want to face the realization that this is what I've done to others.

And I sob.
The heart slowly regrows,
Filled with happiness.

My stupid innocense flashed before me.
And the hearts full for a while.
Then pieces fall, rattling against the floor
The ringing in my ears pierced what seems to be my actual heart.

I witness heartbreak.
And it's torture.
I feel like I've kidnapped myself.
Am I paying for some invisible sins?
Why am I being forced to this pain.

I could so easily reach the pieces.
I'm screaming, I want to put this back together.
I fight against the restraints.

Too bad I love the restraints to much.
I'll just wait until someone takes them off.
And just sit here, watching this beauty fall.

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