thoughts, poems and teenage shit

words are my power

I feel most at home

when my pencil is hitting the paper

or my fingers are hitting the keys

I write to have a voice

a voice that screams to be heard

a voice that has been crying out

for so long

I am no longer willing to sit in silence

I deserve to be heard

and I'll scream until someone listens

My pain has been overlooked

my words have been belittled

my voice has been hushed

But not for any longer