Lunch table. Zachary, Aidan, Becca.
Me.
I hear the boys make jokes at the expense of others.
I am silent.
My brain is not.
YOU ARE READING
What I Don't Say
RandomIn a series of poems, an unnamed narrator examines her best friend's addiction, her depression and sense of self, and what it is like to grow up when it seems like everyone she is surrounded by is falling apart. Containing elements of fiction and po...
