Creatives Oct-Nov 2019

From the Eyes of a Teenager
I Don’t Know it Myself!
Screams and cries, arguments galore,
I want to howl, don’t want this anymore,
My emotions are scattered across the room,
I’m shrieking, trapped in a depressing gloom.
Wish my world was as organized as my shelf,
Ask me the cause, I wouldn’t know it myself,
Now I look at today, I’m all smiles and laughter,
Yesterday’s mood hanging from the rafters,
The world is great and my life is better,
Forget all those tears, burn my devastating letter,
I feel like jumping for joy and dancing like an elf,
Ask me the cause, I don’t know it myself,
But now, here I am, crying in the shower,
My mind is blank, before my own self I cower,
Don’t want to go on, just want to stay here,
My independence is crushed by this world full of fear,
What is my fault, that I was amazing the day before?
And the day before that, wanted to bolt, wanted to roar?
I’m confined in this body, for God knows how many years
Ask me the cause, I don’t know it myself.
By Amn Zain ul Abidin, 12 years old, LGS 55 Main
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