I have opened the doors,
And undrawn the curtains.
Walked freely on the floors,
And stopped being hidden.Now, I stand.
In front of my demons,
They wanna pick a fight.
But I'm not raising my fists.
They're punching hard,
But I'm still living.
They're beating me down,
But they're not winning.
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoëzieI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.