I thought I might share some of my horrific teen train of thought scribblings.
...maybe I am dark person disguised by the day to be more socially acceptable.
I don't even know what that means!
An angry glance
A tense stance
A cutting tongue.
It's not the writing that concerns me as much as who was I writing about. Considering what else is on the page I am assuming it was me. I was such a bright bunny!
Words stuck in your chest.
A knot in my stomach.
Both tongue tied, we are silent.
I don't mind this too much. It's a little too self aware but of most of the crap I've read this is among the least embarrassing.
Hand me your hankerchief
So I may touch your hand.
I don't exist to you.
You will never understand.
And then the crap continues.... This is beyond horrible, AND it rhymes ARGH.
Like some profound creature it robs us of precious moments and give us an eternity of forgettables.
What the heck was I talking about? Time. Sigh.
Hopefully I haven't broken your mind with my self indulgent teen journals.