Whispers, whispers
Around my ears
None of which I'm able to hear
Maybe they disprove of my choice of clothes?
Or something more; perhaps my jokes?
But then I worry
What are they saying?
Some secrets, maybe, I couldn't help from spilling.
It could be gibberish, and I think it is
But that little hint of wonder is all it takes
And anxiety hits me straight in my face.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'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.
