Kaitlyn:
I didn't want to be the same girl,
I came in as.
I wanted to feel different,
Not the has been,
The been has.
Carried into a new perspective,
Something retro,
Something modern.
Not taken as the same girl,
Something used,
Something forgotten.
I didn't know how to vent,
How to explain,
I felt rotten.
My core is a bellow,
Of the things,
I get caught in.
People don't like change,
They feel discomfort,
Unnatural.
I don't know if it's a phobia,
Or something,
More internal.
I wish I was nocturnal,
So I can see like an owl.
Or I can prey on my next meal,
Like a wolf,
I howl.
I'm brilliant,
Outspoken,
But I can only let out a peep.
If I wasn't tied down,
Not the same person,
Then maybe I'll be able to speak.
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Poetry30 Poems about 10 different teens struggling with family, friendship, and definitley high school.