Crisp, blank pages and
unused pencil erasers
Reputations clean as
your brand new plaid backpack
No cliques, no groups,
no enemies.
yet.
But all that is clean will soon be ruined
every page scrawled across
with a thousand heavy hands
How will we write this year's story?
Our meticulously upheld plot lines filled with
twists and turns
sorrows and surprises
pain and poetic love
as they are whispered from ear to ear
like a bad game of Telephone
reaching the other end
mangled and unrecognizable.
These words will capture us
these characters will be advertised
like we are a product to be sold
on a New York news stand
How much work will we put in
before the year is over?
How much pain will we have endured
when we burn this cursed story
and begin again
with crisp, blank pages and unused pencil erasers?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Teenage Poetry
PuisiBasically, this is my journal. All of the heartbreak, stress, frustration, and confusion of being a pansexual teenage girl in a small town in Texas is presented to you in (semi) poetic form, by yours truly.
