The food sits on your plate.
Your family sits around you.
What's wrong?
They say, as you push around the food.
You shake your head.
Debating on what food you should eat.
Nothing.
You reply quietly.
May I be excused?
You ask softly as your parents
Stare at your plate.
You didn't eat..
She states.
I feel sick.
You say softly,
Running up the stairs;
Slamming the bathroom door.
You slump to the ground,
Silent tears stream down.
Tears of death.
Tears of pain.
Tears of hunger.
YOU ARE READING
We Have A Voice Too
PoesíaThis is a book of poems of my, and other teen's thoughts. A way to get our voices heard. We have voices too.
