2004
The words I speak
Will cause blood to leak
The words that I said
Should have stayed in my head
The words that I say
Will turn me into a prey
Hungry for attention
No need for detention
My dreams will shatter
But to you it doesn’t matter
Because the words that you said
Reached my heart and I cried in my bed
2004
I miss the dreams I used to have
For almost a year
And the times my life went bad
But I wouldn’t drop a tear
I miss the way my friends were
Back in fourth grade
And my life will never heal
Because there is no cure in my first aid
I let my dreams blow away
But I’ll capture them another day
And even though you moved away
Friends forever back in fifth grade
2003
I wish
I dream
I look
And gleam
I can lie
I can sing
I can dance
I can scream
If I could
I would
If I can
I will
Note: I found more poems from my adolescence, so I’ll be posting my teenage angst for the time being!