Confessions of a Wounded Teen

Sometimes I lash out.

Sometimes I shout.

Sometimes I pout.

Sometimes I stomp about.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I lie.

Sometimes I shut down.

Sometimes I just lay around.

Sometimes I wear a frown.

Sometimes I wear a smile.

Sometimes I walk for miles.

Sometimes nothing is right.

Sometimes I don’t sleep at night.

Sometimes I want to disappear.

Sometimes I tremor in fear.

Most of the time I need people to see

I want them to just let me be

To let me hurt privately

I will open up eventually.

When I’m ready.

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